03x06 - Adoring Suspect

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Sentinel Team, be
advised the FBI is heading up

to talk to the witness.

Copy that.

Uhh!

Freeze!

Hey!

Uhh!

FBI! Visiting hours
are over.

Next time, I suggest
you bring some flowers.

Son of a...

It's this damn g*n again!

Cut!

And that's a cut.
Thanks, guys.

Let's get first team some water
and some touchups.

Let's reset the g*ns,
let's reset the windows.

All right, we're going again
in two minutes, people.

No. No.

Give me that g*n.

Why are you waiting until
there until you rack it

and put one in the chamber?

For the dramatic effect.

So you're pointing an empty
chamber at your enemy?

He would have sh*t you
for being stupid.

Now, the g*n's jamming and that
slide is catching the brass...

'cause you're not
holding it tight enough.

Come here.

Like that, all right?
Or like... like that.

All right, so soon as that guy
comes through that window,

bang, bang, bang...
they're dead.

Hey, man,
what's the holdup?

Just unjam the damn g*n
already, okay?

Who the hell's this guy?

I'm your new
FBI consultant.

So, do you
want your star

to look like
a real agent,

or do you want him
to look like an idiot

and flush $100 million
down the drain?

Weller.

You sound exhausted.

Are you sure you're
getting enough sleep?

What do you want?

I need another favor.

A favor?

After you put
a tattoo on Jane...

that told her
that she had a daughter?

Our deal wasn't
about the daughter.

It was about Berlin.
You know that.

They are the same thing!

If she goes
looking for one,

then she'll find the other.

When she finds out
the truth...

it will destroy her.

Destroy her?

Or her love for you?

Either way,
I guess you better make sure

Jane doesn't go looking.

For both your sakes.

Now I know why you just
called me on the phone.

Because you know if we're
ever in the same room again...

I am gonna to k*ll you.

Well, until then,

I'll assume our deal
still holds.

Do you like movies, Kurt?

Hey, Weller, Zapata and I
have something that we...

Something on your mind?

It's the latest issue,

but there is
a tattoo clue in there.

Since when do you follow
entertainment news?

I don't, all right?
It was in my dentist's office.

Lucky you,
the latest periodical.

- My dentist has Alf on the cover.
- Yeah.

Look, here's the interview.

All right,
Keith Rhodes goes off

on everyone in Hollywood,
including his own producers.

But... I notice this logo.

"Sacred Lynx Productions."

That is the production company

that funds
all of Keith's films.

It actually looks like
one of the new tattoos,

but why would Roman care about
a film production company?

I don't know...
but Sacred Lynx Productions,

that could be a front
for something.

And it is our job
to find out what for.

Okay, so these squares
all over the tattoo...

decoding them could tell us
what we're dealing with.

So do it. And can you
loop in Reade and Hirst?

Uh... yeah,
that's actually what

Tasha and I wanted
to talk to you about.

So you two
are sure about this?

Yeah, the tattoos
point to Hirst.

Well, the tattoos point
to things about us, too.

Not like this.

The tattoos expose a sustained
pattern of corruption

on behalf of someone big
at the FBI.

Stuart was m*rder*d for
getting close to the truth.

And Hirst is
covering up that m*rder.

We caught her trying to destroy
evidence and pin it on Reade.

Well, this is
Roman's end game.

He wants us to take down
the director of the entire FBI.

We have to tell Reade.

We tried to tell
Reade, but he wouldn't listen.

Sometimes loyalty can
blind you to the truth.

You don't think Reade
is in league with her?

No!

Reade is not
a criminal, okay?

We know him.
He's innocent.

Zapata's right.

Hirst wouldn't have
tried to frame Reade

if he was connected
to her crimes.

If he sides with Hirst through
some misplaced allegiance...

He could be an obstacle
in trying to take her down.

Or get pulled down
with her.

Everything is there.

Who she talks to,
where she eats.

Even how
she likes her coffee.

Mr. Jakeman?

I will be disappointed
if you're just some jilted ex.

I'm paying you
not to care who I am.

Or try to find out.
Understood?

Sacred Linx Productions
is a Russian company

that came out of nowhere
and became a major backer

of Keith Rhodes' movies.

We don't know who owns it...
it was set up

through a maze
of tax shelters.

If this company
has been around,

why didn't your database
make a match sooner?

That's an excellent
question.

Thought you had
community service today.

And what better
community to serve

than my poor,
pop culture-deprived friends

with their Keith Rhodes case.

Hey, I've been a big fan
since his sitcom days.

So few child actors make the
successful transition into adulthood.

He could have gone
full Screech.

Rich...

All I'm saying is you're
gonna want me for this case.

Also, can you
please sign this

to get me out of community service?
Thank you.

Okay, so where were we?

The tattoo contains

enough differences
from the logo,

which is why
the database missed it.

And, if you assign values
to these squares

based on how shaded they are,
do a little math...

that leads to a backup account
for a paparazzi service

that has a keen interest
in Keith Rhodes.

Specifically, the tattoo
points to this picture,

which was taken on
a movie set in Europe.

That is Niko Popov,
leader of The Brigada,

a transnational
crime syndicate.

You name it, they traffic
in it... g*ns, dr*gs, humans.

They've been spreading across
Eastern Europe like the plague.

Using t*rror1st acts to take down
anyone who stands in their way.

My friends at INTERPOL
call Niko "The Canary."

Because he loves to sing?

Because he never
leaves Moscow

unless he's scouting
an att*ck.

If you see him,
it means death is coming.

I mean, he could
do that and sing.

Okay, what's
an American movie star

doing hanging out with
an international t*rror1st?

The Brigada's been
wanting to make a splash

in the US
for some time now.

But the CIA knows
almost nothing

about their
American associates.

Well, we know one now.
Keith Rhodes.

Um, guys, I'm scrolling through
the Keith Rhodes photo account,

and you're gonna
want to see this.

Rich...

What? No, not...
not the woman.

That's Niko's receding hairline
leaving the nightclub.

This was
taken yesterday.

In Manhattan.

Wait, if
Niko's here...

Then so's The Brigada.

And they're about
to att*ck US soil.

Subtitles by explosiveskull

With Niko Popov on US soil,

I have to put DHS
on high alert.

Reade, your team is empowered
to do whatever it takes

to stop whatever
he's plotting.

All right,
you heard the lady.

She's got our back.
Let's not let her down.

We need eyes on that nightclub

in case Niko
goes back there.

You got it.

Our only other lead
right now

is an overrated
Hollywood actor.

Overrated? The man
has a Moon Man award

for Best Kiss...
how dare you?

It's gonna be tough
talking to Keith

without tipping off Niko
the FBI's onto him.

You're right. We're gonna need
a good cover to get in there.

Sub in
as Keith's driver?

Breach his house
as utility workers.

Or we could go undercover
as ourselves.

Keith is currently sh**ting
"A Death Before Dying,"

about a roguish FBI agent

who gets too close to an asset
with a deadly secret.

Oh, my God,
that sounds ridiculous.

But if anyone could
pull that off, it's Keith.

Look they already
have an FBI consultant.

Could swap one of us in.

I'm your new FBI consultant.

So, do you want your star
to look like a real agent,

or do you want him to
look like an idiot

and flush $100 million
down the drain?

Let's just go again.
We're going again!

See? This is what
I wanted. Authenticity!

This guy knows
what he's talking about

'cause he's a real cop.

No, I'm a federal agent.

Exactly. See? Authentic!

Let's go back to one!

I trained with the Green Berets
for my last film.

They practically said
I was field ready by the end.

If you see something you
don't like, you let me know.

'Cause I'm
all about real, okay?

There is something that I do
want to talk to you about.

Oh, well, awesome. Let's,
uh, let's talk over lunch.

Here's your g*n.

- Hold it tight.
- Okay.

Just get it done.

Don't pay too much attention

to our hack director
back there.

If having you on set makes Keith
happy, it makes me happy.

Booky Bentley, producer.

Special Agent Weller.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Uh, we need to rescan
your tattoos.

Is that necessary?

I mean,
as much as I love

getting naked and spun around

while millions of lasers and
cameras scan my body, that's...

Hirst has already used
her power to bury leads

and manipulate evidence.

Which means
there's a strong chance

she's already corrupted
the tattoo database

to get us off her trail.

So, we need to set up

our own secure database,
off site,

and away from Hirst.

Easier said than done.

We can't scan my body
without the metal disc

that activates my new tattoos.

And they're not gonna just
let us walk out of here with it.

There are metal detectors
at every exit,

specifically designed to keep
things like that from leaving.

You two get the discs.

I'll take care
of the metal detector.

Ugh! She's totally gonna get
some cool CIA gadget.

Patterson, um...

About the search
for my daughter.

Yes, I... I am on it.

Um, we haven't found
anything yet, but I did...

I changed my mind,
I don't want to find her.

Okay... I...

Aren't you just like
a little bit curious

where half of
your DNA wound up?

This girl's been
living her own life

for the last 18 years.

Without me and all the stuff
that comes with me.

Whatever she's doing...

I'll just make everything
more complicated for her.

I totally understand.

But... maybe she's
looking for the truth.

I mean, maybe she's
been searching for you

this whole time.

I...

I'm totally overstepping
my bounds right now, I...

You do whatever
you think is right.

Don't worry,
we gussy it up in post.

Uhh!

He's not acting.

That machine
is really on.

Call an ambulance!

Get the medic!

Right away!

Tom? Tom Jakeman?

Blake? Oh, my God.

Sorry, I guess I was a
little too into my book.

You like Didion?

I just re-read
"Slouching Towards Bethlehem."

One of the best.

So weird
running into you.

I mean, good weird,
obviously.

I see you're still
wearing your wish bracelet.

You deserve this wish
more than I do.

Well, it's bad luck
to take it off, remember?

So, what's my favorite
charity auction bidder

doing in Barcelona?

It's a long story.

It involves a friend,
his funeral,

and a list of cities
he always wanted to visit.

The same friend
you mentioned at the auction.

You have a good memory.

And you have a good heart.

My mate was obsessed
with this city, and I...

I mean, I barely know
where to start.

Oh, well, lucky for you,
I practically grew up here.

So, there's the Gothic Quarter
and Parc Guell and...

What are you doing
this afternoon?

I'd... I'd love to show you
some of my favorite spots.

I mean...
I don't want to impose.

You're not, and...

I'm not taking
"no" for an answer.

All right.

Okay.

No, no, no,
no, don't fight.

I don't think
it's a coincidence

that a day after Niko
was spotted in the city,

Keith almost d*ed in
a freak accident on the set.

You think Niko
tried to k*ll him?

I spoke to the prop master.

He swears that someone

had tampered
with the defibrillator.

I believe him.

We gotta bring Keith in.

We do that,
Niko knows we're onto him.

Special Agent Weller!

That guy saved my life!
He's a real national hero!

I got an idea.

Okay, Keith, let me
show you around.

Yes, this is great.

This research is really
gonna ground the performance.

I just want it to be real.

And this is as real
as it gets.

I mean, you guys
put your lives on the line

for, like, a tenth
of what I make, I mean...

That's... that's real.

The realest.

Keith, this is Patterson.

And this is Jane.
This is Tasha.

Rich Dotcom.
Maybe you've heard of me?

Former King of the Dark Web?
Current FBI secret w*apon?

Um... that's nice ink.

I bet there's
a great story there.

- You'd never believe it.
- Try me.

You know, I've seen
all your movies.

Even the bad ones. What?

Not that there's bad ones.
Why would I say that?

Okay.

So... Patterson.
What do you do?

Oh, I just,
you know, work here.

Just doing this stuff.
Just real stuff.

Okay, Keith, uh...

let's go on that tour.

- Okay. Ready.
- Yeah.

So... this is where
the magic happens, huh?

Yeah.

You can take a seat,
Keith.

Oh, yeah, run me
through it.

Show me how to break a perp
and get him to start confessing.

What can you tell us
about this man?

Wait, wait, give me some
context first, you know?

What's my character?
Who is this guy to me?

Are you guys
interrogating me?

Where is this guy
right now?

Niko? I...

I... I don't know,
he's just some rich film buff

who likes to invest
in the movies.

We believe that
this "film buff"...

just tried to k*ll you.

What?

Oh, the defib thing?

No, that was...
that was an accident.

Sacred Lynx Productions

is actually a front
for The Brigada.

They're a t*rror1st
group that is responsible

for a massive amount
of death and destruction

across Europe and Asia.

"My last movie
cost a hundred mill.

"Critics said
it looked cheap.

"Asked where all the money
went... good question.

"Why don't they ask
those 'expletives'

over at Sacred Lynx?"

You just went on a public
tirade against the t*rrorists

that were laundering
money through your movies.

Do you still think
today was an accident?

Wait, so...

You're saying t*rrorists
are producing my movies?

My movies are
funding terrorism?

He's playing dumb.

Sadly,
I don't think he is.

He's not that good
of an an actor.

You shut your mouth.

Man, Booky...

The guy that I met on the set?
What about him?

I knew he was way in
over his head.

After a couple
of his movies bombed,

he fell into debt.

I told him
to cut your losses.

"Why don't you
produce some indies?"

He was over here
getting excited

about some investors
from Moscow.

Niko and The Brigada.

First came Niko
and his money,

and then all of his
list of demands.

Like what?

He was just very particular
about the sets we build

and the props we use.

Locations, that...
that was his big thing.

He was always specific about
the... the cities we sh**t in.

You know, some made sense.

Big cities,
big production value.

But others, I've
never even heard of.

Kursk, "Gronzy," Omsk.

You know where Omsk is?

In Siberia.

The house he rented me
was a barn.

A barn.

Those cities that
Keith's never heard of...

all home to major
weapons plants.

How major are we talking?

Mass destruction.

High-yield expl*sives,
chemical weapons.

That's what we on the dark web
call "the good stuff."

The Brigada uses
international film productions

to transport WMDs to the cities
where they set them off.

And now they're
filming in New York.

Where did the production
move from?

Omsk, where
the CIA believes

Russia manufactures
cyclosarin,

a nerve agent
with no antidote.

A single drop could k*ll
everyone in this room.

Hey, Niko!

Did you try
to k*ll Keith?

He's been talking
to the press.

He's an actor!

It's his job to
talk to the press!

Not about us.

We are too close to
let his mouth sink us now.

Close?
Close to what?

Should I ask what you're
really moving here?

No, you shouldn't.

You just control your star
and run your business.

Or I'll find someone else
to do business with, got it?

We gotta figure out
what Niko's target is.

- If he has cyclosarin...
- Not "if"... a CIA wiretap

just confirmed that 12 canisters
of the gas are missing from Omsk.

He's moving it
in props and sets.

The studio has to be
his staging area.

Booky's leverage box.

Booky's a shark.

He records everybody's phone
conversations for leverage.

So, if we get our hands
on those recordings,

we can work out which props
and sets Niko's using.

That's gonna
be a problem.

He keeps all the recordings
in a safe in his office.

It's not a problem
for Patterson.

I've seen it in action.

That safe only responds
to Booky's biometrics,

starting with
his thumbprint.

Not a problem.

Then it asks for
three voice prompts,

which only responds
to his voice.

Not a problem.

The voice prompts
are randomly generated.

Well, that could
be a problem.

I mean, if we don't know
what the words will be,

we can't capture Booky
saying it in advance.

Um... I have an idea.

It involves some
light role playing.

Of course it does.

This city's been like
a second home to me.

My family summers here.

You know you're rich when
you use seasons as verbs.

Well, you're not exactly
poor yourself anymore.

Well, I'm poor
where it counts.

I mean, last night a waiter
asked me what wine I wanted

with my swordfish...
completely froze up.

White burgundy.

Well...
what about halibut?

Pinot grigio.

- Octopus.
- Pinot noir.

- M&Ms?
- Diet Coke.

My dad
trained me well.

So, your dad's
a wine guy?

The wine guy.

Had you stuck around
the auction that night,

you would've heard
my famous wine story.

Really?
Well, do tell.

Well, when I was 14,

my parents were having
a dinner party

with some other
couples and...

they caught me and
a friend sneaking upstairs

with a bottle we stole
from their wine cellar.

And my dad
comes up to me,

and in front of
the whole party

he takes the bottle
out of my hand.

I'm completely terrified.

And then he asks what
we're planning to eat.

I say, "Pizza."

And he just looks
at me and says...

"This is too full-bodied.
Get a Chianti."

That was my first
lesson in wine pairings.

A forgiving parent.

Must be nice
having one of those.

Yeah.

What's your family like?

A little bit different
than yours.

Booky
Bentley, please hold.

Booky Bentley,
please hold.

Stop it.

What?

Your leg.

Sorry, it's my first
movie pitch.

You only get one sh*t.

It's not a real pitch.

It is if they buy it!

Ow, jeez!

So sorry I'm late.
I'm always late.

I always apologize,
and it never sounds sincere.

You must be Rich and Jane.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Hi, there.

How are you?
Booky Bentley.

So, Rich...

Keith tells me you've
got a hell of a story.

Yes, it's "The Social Network"
meets "Catch Me if You Can"...

meets "Speed."

Well, those are certainly
three movie titles.

And Jane, what do you...

Uh, Rich's manager.

I manage him.

Hmm. I bet you do.

So, anyone need anything
before we start?

Water? Water?

Water'd be great, yeah,
any kind of, uh,

sparkling mineral,
nothing domestic, of course.

Maybe some quartered limes
on the side, that'd be fun.

- I'm not gonna do that.
- Okay.

Booky's in a meeting.

Mm-hmm.
I'll give him the message.

Can I help you?

Yeah, I, uh, think I parked
my car a little too close

to Booky's Aston Martin,
and when I opened the door...

What did you do?

It's pretty banged up.

Okay, there's the award
Keith told us to look for.

All right,
do your thing.

I don't know
if Jane told you,

but she called me off
the daughter search.

Okay. If that's
what she wants...

Okay,
it's just that I...

I had already cast out
a few lines, and...

and one of them
caught something.

It's not a lot.

But it's still
a lead to pursue.

Giving it to her
doesn't feel right,

but neither does
sitting on it.

I should give it
to her, right?

Look... why don't you
just give it to me?

All right?
I'll look over it.

I mean, she's already
hurting so much.

There's no point
in making it worse

if it turns out
to be nothing.

Got it.

Title card:
"Constantinople, 1870."

We follow a stray cat
through an open air market

to find a little girl,
the only daughter

of a humble sheep herder,

who dreams one day
of coming to America.

I'm sorry, I thought this story
was about a super hacker?

Oh, it is, but to
understand Rich Dotcom,

you must first understand
Great Grandmother Dotcom.

The dear angel who guides me
from beyond the grave.

Rich, Jane...

Here comes
the first voice prompt.

Excalibur.

The most remarkable thing
about this little girl,

is that she is an avid
sword collector.

And the jewel
of her collection,

which she shows off at market
every Sunday is, um...

Oh, what's that, uh, one sword?

You know,
the one from the stone,

from the myth,
that he pulls out?

Excalibur?

That's the one.

Excalibur?

And there you go.

Here comes
the second prompt.

Poodle skirt?

Now we pull a Soderbergh
and jump forward in time

for absolutely no reason.

It's the 1950s.

The little girl
is now 70 years old.

But she's finally
made it to America.

And when you think of 1950s
America, you think of...

The Korean w*r?

Yes, also...

Sock hops, malt shops,

saddle shoes,
the Mashed Potato...

I get it, I get it.
It's the '50s.

So, spare me
every minute detail

and just stick to the story.

We'll skip past the egg creams
and the poodle skirts, okay?

Poodle skirts.

Here comes
the final prompt.

You wanna know my favorite
flavor of egg cream, Booky?

You're gonna love this.

Uh-oh! Looks like
I'm needed on set.

So let's put a pin
in this for now.

Intrigued though I am
to hear about

your favorite
fountain drink flavors.

Just give me a second. It's gonna
dovetail right into the climax.

Butterscotch.

It's my personal mantra,
and now it's yours.

Butterscotch.

May peace be with you.

Butterscotch.

- Yes...
- Okay.

Let's reschedule this
real, real soon.

Because this has
been a delightful

not-waste of my time.

Good-bye forever.

Patterson, Weller,
Booky's on the move.

Get out of there now.

What the hell?

Alise, reception
is empty again!

We got Booky's
recordings.

Patterson, get
it back to the lab.

Start going through 'em.

Weller, Jane,
head to the studio.

So, is this another
meaningful place for you?

Not yet, but...

I'm hopeful.

Hey, hey, hey.

You don't wanna do this.

Tom! Tom, are you okay?

Help!

Hey, Patterson pinpoint
the cyclosarin yet?

No, not yet, they're still going
through all the recordings.

It's gonna take 'em a while,
so... let's start searching.

All right, it would
need to be in a place

that's large, ventilated,

that on one could
stumble in uninvited.

That's every building
on this lot.

Jane, Rich, you two
take the west side.

- I'll take the east.
- Uh, I should have a g*n, right?

I mean, we're in the field.
We're hunting t*rrorists.

You can't have a g*n, Rich.

- I'll go with you.
- No, it's okay.

No, I know every inch of
this place, you need me.

Fine.

And I think I should
get a g*n, too.

No. I've seen you
with a w*apon.

You're not getting one.

- No?
- No.

Keith wasn't kidding.

Booky records all of his
conversations with everyone,

so Zapata and Patterson
have a ton to sift through.

And Weller and Jane?

Uh, they're already
at the studio

searching with Rich.

And Niko?

Has no idea we're
even onto him.

It's like you were
born to do this.

Well, we still don't know

where the cyclosarin
is yet, so there's that.

Take the compliment.
It's free.

Is there something
on your mind?

Uh... yeah, it's probably
not a big deal.

But it's about
the Loewe case.

I've been reviewing the Justice
Department cases and...

you didn't mention being
on the UGA Law Review

with Loewe's first wife.

It's funny.

Their divorce
was so long ago...

the connection
slipped my mind.

It's been decades

since I spoke to anyone
in the family.

Well, still should've been
disclosed, though, right?

I suppose.

Although, mentioning it

could've gotten Loewe
special treatment.

And that guy
should rot in prison

for as long as possible,
wouldn't you say?

Right, right,
which is why I said,

it probably isn't
a big deal.

Just wanted to mention it.

All right,
be on the lookout

for anything
out of the ordinary.

You know
what I mean.

You know, I couldn't help
but overhear you and Patterson

talking about,
uh, Jane Junior?

I really don't want
to talk about it, Rich.

I get it, okay,
I really do.

I mean, I'm terrified that
there's a little Dicky Dotcom

out there
that I don't know about.

Because of
the child support?

No, because a soothsayer
once told me I'd be m*rder*d

by somebody with baby hands.

Don't worry about it,
but, uh, you know my pitch

about the little Turkish girl
who dreams of America?

That wasn't about
my great grandma.

That was about you.

Oh, this should be good.

See, I figure
you're on a journey,

just like that girl,

and maybe your "America"
is your daughter.

Maybe it isn't,
I don't know, but, uh...

I just feel like your story
deserves a happy ending.

Well, in case
you haven't noticed,

I'm not exactly
the happy ending type.

Jane... look at me.

I used to be a bad guy.

Now I'm a good guy
because of you.

And if you can give me
a happy ending,

shouldn't you try
to give one to yourself?

Well, I...

Hey!

Thank you, but you
really didn't have to.

In fact, I should probably
get back to my hotel.

Well, you shouldn't
be alone

when you're recovering
from a concussion.

Oh, is that what
the doctor said?

No, it's what I say.

Besides, you got banged up
protecting me.

The least I can do is let you
stay here and be taken care of.

I don't know, this
isn't really my style.

Yeah, it's nobody's style,
except my father's.

You know, every inch
from the basement to the view

is designed to intimidate.

That doesn't
sound much like a man

who let his teenage daughter
steal a bottle of wine.

You know,
the part I don't tell

is that he didn't speak to me
for two months afterwards.

I cried and...
said I was sorry.

Begged him to punish me
and get it over with, but...

nothing.

And then one day,
his Benz was waiting for me

outside of my school,
and when I got in, he said...

"Never forget
what it feels like

to lose the respect
of your father."

And then, uh,
we drove home and...

and never talked
about it again.

That's awful.

Well, we're...
we're very close now.

Still...

Still.

Well, thank you.

For all of this.

Thank you.

You were amazing today.

Got it!

Can you be a little
more specific?

I found a sample
of Niko's voice

and coded a script
to automate the search.

In a minute,
we should know

where Niko is moving
those weapons.

Good... because I've
been waiting a minute

to show you something.

Oh, okay, well, we're
still working on a case.

We should probably wait
to drink it till after work.

Ooh... I see.

So we can get the metal
tattoo disc out of here.

Put whatever
you want inside

and it still pours
and everything.

Okay, we don't stop the disc

from triggering
the metal detector.

We disguise it.

Oh, hey!

So, such good news.

Just stop it!

I don't know what you guys
are up to,

but if this has anything to do
with Hirst, you gotta drop it.

- Reade...
- Don't "Reade" me.

- Reade...
- What did I just say?

No, no, no, it...
it's my audio scrubber.

It just found something.

Weller, Jane?

It looks like Niko is moving

his contraband in the sets
of a, uh, movie

called "Wings of Icarus."

Keith, where's
"The Wings of Icarus" filming?

I've never even heard
of that movie.

He doesn't know it.

That's because
it's not real.

Created just for smuggling.

Some sets should be in
the Studio Annex, Building 3B.

That's where
the cyclosarin should be.

Copy that.

Keith, jump out.

Okay, what do you
need me to do?

- You stay here.
- Hey!

Jane, you got that?

Copy, meet you there.

We're too late.

The cyclosarin's
already on the move.

The att*ck's
already in motion.

We just missed 'em.

You can tell that
from the dust?

No, I'm just trying
to stay optimistic.

Where are the weapons?
Are they gone already?!

Keith, I told you
to stay back!

Keith! Stay down!

Uhh!

Six, seven...

Is he out of b*ll*ts?

No.

Now he is.

Jane!

- Oh...
- Patterson...

call us an ambulance!

Keith's been sh*t.

Uh, no, no flashes please, guys.

We don't wanna ruin the scene.

sh**t is down
and out.

But he's got
a vendor permit.

For the Blue and Red
StreetFest.

That's tonight.

It's put on by charitable
foundations

of the NYPD
and Fire Department.

It's outdoors,
in the middle of the city,

with thousands of people
attending, including the mayor.

And hundreds of cops
and firefighters.

How do you make a t*rror1st
att*ck worse?

You make it so the first
responders can't respond.

Niko is planning to kneecap
local authorities

before setting up operations.

It's the perfect
Ground Zero.

What exactly
is this permit?

It was obtained
by Sacred Lynx Productions

to distribute movie food
from hot dog and popcorn carts.

They're gonna hide the
cyclosarin in the food carts.

The prop house is full
of stuff like that.

Jane, you meet me
at the prop house.

- Rich, put pressure on that!
- Yeah.

- Take care of him! Don't let him die!
- All right!

And I'll send agents
to the StreetFest.

Jane, Jane, stop, stop.

Remember, we can't
sh**t towards those carts

'cause of the cyclosarin.

Chemical weapons? You brought
chemical weapons onto my lot?!

Don't go out.
Booky can I.D. Us.

Come on, Booky,
go back inside.

- ... important person as...
- Shut up!

Okay.

FBI!

Oh, thank God.

Go behind there... go!

g*n powder, propane.

A flamethrower.

Great, more things
we can't sh**t at.

This is pretty crazy, huh?

This morning you're like
this untouchable movie star.

And now we're best friends
and I'm saving your life.

How's that for pressure,
by the way?

- It's a bit much.
- Shh, shh, shh.

The medics are coming,
it's okay.

Down.

Down!

Down!

Uhh!

Nothing in here is real.

Uhh! Agh!

The trucks are about
to pull away!

FBI!

Reade! We need a perimeter
around the studio!

Don't let anything
off this lot!

Rich!

Oh, my God, this is so much
better than a g*n.

Put it down, Rich.

Hope I wasn't too rough
with you earlier.

No, you were perfect.

This is not enough.

It's exactly
what we agreed on.

I think we need
to modify the agreement.

That woman
you're stalking...

you didn't tell me
who her family was.

I'm gonna need hazard pay.

Hazard pay or...
hush money?

Is there any difference?

I have other ways
to keep people quiet.

Uhh!

My last tip
as your FBI consultant.

When a federal agent
tells you to stay back,

you gotta
stay the hell back.

- Last tip?
- Yeah.

Come on, Kurt, I need a guy
like you on a movie set.

No, I'm... I'm not
cut out for Hollywood.

But if you ever, like,
need some real action,

you know, you're
always welcome at the FBI.

Really?

No.

Not at all.

No.

- Come here.
- Oh!

Oh, jeez, your arm.
I'm so sorry.

Rich, take him
to the elevator.

You got it.
You all right?

You know,
he sh*t me once.

Weller, hey, uh...

That lead on
Jane's daughter.

The one you said
you'd look into?

This nurse worked
at the maternity ward

the day Jane's daughter
left the hospital.

Kept her own notes, separate
from hospital records and...

I know it's been
a long time,

but maybe she has some details
on the adoptive parents.

Can't hurt
to look into it.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Um, Jane,
there's... I...

What was that for?

I was just thinking
about something Rich said.

Way to ruin the moment.

No...

We were talking about
the whole daughter thing.

And he said he wants me
to find my happy ending.

But I've already found it.

I'll see you
in the lobby.

Got a minute?

For you, always.

You were at the Loewe Cancer
Fund brunch last spring.

I go to a lot of events.

It's just...

You told me you
hadn't spoken to anyone

from the family
in decades.

I'm just checking to make sure
that's still your recollection.

Trust is the cornerstone
of our work here.

Trust from the people.
Trust in each other.

I don't need to tell you
how critical it is

to maintain that trust.

No, you don't, which is why I'm
just asking for some clarity here.

Your "indiscretion"
with dr*gs two years ago

could've
completely derailed

your promotion
to assistant director.

But I... made sure
that would never happen.

In fact, I fast-tracked
your appointment.

Because I trust you.

FBI drug tests
miss things sometimes,

but I don't.

Relax, Reade.
I protect my people.

You did some
good work today.

Keep it up.

You have a good night...
Assistant Director.

Hirst is dirty.

We gotta take her down.

Come in.
Little late to the party.