All language subtitles for Blindspot.S02E10.Nor.I.Nigel.AKA.Leg.in.Iron12

(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 attacks 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.

(gunshot)

(grunting)

(gunshot)

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 shot me.

What? No.
No, I didn't.

I promise, I didn't--

(tires screeching)

(gunshot)

(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!

(explosion)

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 threat

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 killed 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 attack.

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 kill 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)

(gun 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
killed 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 kill 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
shoot 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 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 died in.

And it only stood
for one month

before an unsanctioned American
bombing turned it to ash.

The government
that murdered 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?
(door opens)

(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 weapon!

Gah!

(machine gun fire)

Uhh!

(gunfire 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 killed.

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 terrorist,

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 terrorist 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 kill me,
so just do it already.

I don't want
to kill 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 beat 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 crack,

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 shot, 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
terrorist 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 terrorist.

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 kill 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 your 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 killer.

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
kill 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
killed 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 shoot 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 killed 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 torture 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 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 killing 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 killed 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 attack 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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(man)
Greg, move your head!