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(beeps)

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(electronic tone)

(beeps)

All done.
By midnight tonight,

the FBI team will
no longer be a concern.

Let's hope your friends
are more impressive

than this safe house.

Well, you're the one

who wanted to lay low
after Croatia.

"Lay low," not
"lay in filth."

When the Feds go down,

we can't afford
to have any of it

- splash back on Crawford.
- Don't worry.

These people are as invisible
as they are lethal.

Did I ever tell you about
my predecessor, Frank?

No, but I feel like
you're about to.

Crawford's chief counsel
for 20 years,

until he accidentally
brought a corporate spy

into a meeting he
shouldn't have been in.

The spy had to be dealt
with on the spot.

Ruined Crawford's
favorite shoes.

Frank was banished,
quite literally,

to Siberia to oversee
our interests there.

The shoes were thrown out.

I get it. I'm Frank.

No, you're the shoes.

You might be one of
Crawford's favorite things now,

but...

well...

stay clean, my friend.

(Patterson) I know we're all
on edge after we failed

to take down
Crawford and Roman in Croatia,

but maybe their travel movement
can bear some fruit.

I'm now 97% sure

Crawford's helicopter
escaped from Korcula...

They're airborne.

...to a private airfield
in Montenegro.

We also know that
a Gulfstream G5

flew from there to Moldova
and Moldova to Hong Kong.

Which doesn't have an extradition
treaty with the U.S.

Please tell me
we've got something

from the land Crawford
bought from Bruyere.

I mean, we could,
but we'd be lying.

And Bruyere is dead,
so he's not talking.

It's been two days, and
basically we've got nothing?

Whoo! I haven't had
this many sleepless nights

since I was a Boy Scout.

I was a badge completist.

What the hell
did you think I meant?

Okay, Roman designed
these tattoos

to take down Crawford,
so there's gotta be

- something in them we can still use.
- You know, I hate to be

a bit of a
Doubtful Deborah here,

but Roman's been established
as a bit of a control freak.

I mean, he designed
these new tattoos

to require his help,
so if we don't

have his cheat codes,
we're kinda screwed.

(electronic tone)

Is that a break
in the case?

No. No, it's nothing.

All right.

How long has Roman
been flying

around the world
as "Tom Jakeman"?

(Patterson)
Roman has done a stellar job

covering up his tracks.
I can't say for sure

when he first
stole the identity.

Maybe you can check the
Australian military records.

I've checked
his military records.

I've checked his hospital
records, school records,

driving records. I've even
checked his Spotify account,

looking for any changes
in his listening habits.

There's got to be
a lead there.

We're just not gonna
find it quickly.

Okay. Let's go home,
get some rest,

and regroup in the morning
with some fresh eyes.

- All right?
- (Rich) Um...

I'm still getting
reimbursed for this, right?

(Weller) All right, what are
you in the mood for tonight?

Thai or Italian?
Hmm?

Roman's still out there,
protecting Crawford,

planning God-knows-what.
Kurt, I can't just...

- I have to...
- Have to eat?

Yes, you do. So, what
are we gonna order in?

- Thai? Italian?
- Order in?

When was the last time
you two went out

as a couple on the town?

You see that?
That's not good.

You know what you two need
is a little Mr. Velvet.

- Is that a sex thing?
- No, it's not a sex thing,

although...
No, no, no.

It's the hottest
new hotspot in town.

Impossible to get
a reservation unless you have

connections and/or extensive
hacking acumen,

both of which I happen
to have in spades.

There you go. Table for two,
9:00 tonight.

Best seat in the house, too.

That's where
Jay-Z and Beyoncé sat

- the night they...
- Thank you, Rich, but, uh,

- we're good with take-out.
- Also, I used your credit card

to secure the reservation,
so if you don't show up,

they charge you
400 bucks for canceling,

so bon appétit.

- Uh...
- Wow.

(laughs)
Thanks.

- Thank you.
- (clears throat)

I don't know whether
I should drink this

or use it to recharge
my cell phone.

(laughs)

Uh...

to us.

To us.

(groans)

Someone zip me again so I can
forget what that tastes like.

What were we thinking,
taking life advice from Rich?

Rich wasn't all wrong.

These cases have
taken over our lives.

It's all my fault.

I should have never
let Roman go.

It was a team decision not
to take him down in Croatia.

We had to
prioritize Crawford.

I'm not talking about Croatia.

If I hadn't let him go
two years ago in DC,

we wouldn't have
a Roman problem right now.

If we'd got Roman in DC,

then Crawford would still
be calling the shots

at the FBI through Hirst.

Besides,
these new tattoos

brought us back together
after Colorado, didn't they?

If you hadn't
let Roman go then,

we might not
be together now.

That, uh...
That woman at the bar.

I'm... I'm pretty sure
I saw her

outside of our apartment
this morning.

How sure?

70%?

She came in
right after we did.

She's been nursing
the same glass of wine

for the last half hour.

(sighs)

Listen to me. I can't even
have a normal night out

without getting suspicious
of someone.

- It's what I love about you.
- Hmm.

She could be going
to the bathroom.

No, the bathroom's
that way.

That's the back exit.

Of course you would clock
where all the exits are.

So, here's how I see it.

We either pursue that woman
that might be casing us

or we finish
this lovely meal.

Check, please.
(laughs)

Okay. So, I'll tail her
out the back.

Okay. I'll head out the front,
double back and cut her off.

All right.

(gunshot)

(zapping)

(exhales)

Kurt!

(Roman)
Hey, sis, I'm afraid

Kurt won't be
coming to your rescue,

as a team of
highly trained assassins

is currently killing him
and the rest of your friends.

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(Weller) How long has
Roman been flying

around the world
as "Tom Jakeman"?

(Patterson)
Roman has done a stellar job

covering up his tracks.
I can't say for sure

when he first
stole the identity.

Maybe you can check the
Australian military records.

(Patterson) I've checked
his military records.

I've checked his
driving records.

You'd be better off
saving your goodwill

at the Bureau for yourself.

Hirst hired you too,
remember? You're next.

(Patterson) ...changes
in his listening habits.

There's got to be
a lead there.

We're just not gonna
find it quickly.

Okay. Let's all go home,
get some rest,

and regroup tomorrow
in the morning.

- We've got a Millicent problem.
- We?

She's gone
from terrorizing me,

trying to get me
thrown back in jail,

to terrorizing everybody
in the office.

I think she's gettin'
ready to clean house.

All those inquisitions
are about me.

She's trying to
undermine me,

- gather whatever dirt she can find on me.
- That's great!

That means she doesn't have
anything on you... unless she does

and this is all part of some
mind game to get you to slip up.

I'll tell you what.
I'll put on my Nancy Drew gown

and do some snooping,
see what she's got.

No, you will not.

Copy that.

It's not a code, Rich.
Under no circumstances

are you to snoop for
anything whatsoever.

- Are we clear?
- Crystal.

You did not tell me
to snoop.

- Rich.
- Fine! I won't snoop!

- Or will I?
- No, you will not,

if you want to keep your job
and stay out of prison.

This is my problem
to take care of,

and I will take care
of it, all right?

(sighs)

I'm guessing you'd like
your conference room back,

Assistant Director.

I'd actually like
my building back.

The longer you're here,
the more nervous people get,

and you're starting to
affect real FBI work.

This is real FBI work.

You want to talk to me,
talk to me.

Leave my people out of it.

I'll get to you
when I'm ready.

First, I need to find out
what kind of leader you are,

and in order to do that,
I need to talk

to as many people
as possible,

people like Jonathan West.

Oh, so now you're wasting the
State Department's time, too.

Here's what I know... you had an
off-the-books meeting with Mr. West,

and after said meeting,
Mr. West personally requested

a special considerations visa
for an unnamed individual,

and the day he pulled
said request,

he came here to see you.

My hands are tied.

I can't break
the rules right now.

My guess...
you're protecting someone.

It's only a matter of time
till I crack it,

and when I do, you can bet
I'll be talking to you.

Can't wait.

(Millicent)
Taxi! Taxi!

Ooh! Ah! Trying to steal
my cab now, Assistant Director?

Nope. All yours.

Yes, it is,
because I hailed it.

If you're heading home,
I'm going in the same direction.

Which means you know
where I live.

Which means it's cold out
and I don't see any cabs around,

so why don't we be grown-ups
and share one?

Okay.

Thank you.

(sighs)
Confession.

I sometimes use
the parental control timer

on my cell to force me
to put the phone down.

A little tip I picked up
from "The 700 Club."

Do you watch
"The 700 Club"?

You know I'm just
doing my job, right?

Absolutely.

Despite what
you may think,

I'm not on a crusade
against you.

It's my job to assume
corruption exists everywhere

until proven otherwise.

Just like
the Constitution says...

guilty until
proven otherwise.

When the FBI
goes unchecked,

people like Hirst
get into power

and then they abuse
that power.

We both want
a corruption-free FBI.

I'm all for corruption-free.
That's not what this is.

This is about how your office
dropped the ball on Hirst.

Everyone dropped
the ball on Hirst.

It's not everyone's job
to make sure people like her

don't end up running the
entire Bureau... it's yours.

You're dogging me
because you screwed up.

That is a gross
misrepresentation.

And you know what?
I'm not your target.

I'm your scapegoat.

This was a bad idea.

Here is fine.

(cell phone vibrating)

(breathing heavily)

Hey, babe, it's me.
I know you're working late,

but give me a call back.

I'm sorry about earlier.
I was a little short with you.

I've just been super busy
and I think I've been...

a little wedding planned out.

Um...

but I love the tablecloths
you picked out

and I think
they're gonna look great.

Uh...

I love you.

Bye.

(intercom ringing)

(ringing)

Yeah?

(Millicent) Please don't let
go of the button, please.

Millicent?

I know you're not the
happiest with me right now,

but in my rush
to get out of the cab,

I forgot my purse,
and my keys

and my phone were in it.

I need to call a locksmith.

Can I please come up?

Yes, it's on the
Upper Westside. Thank you.

Now, is that fee
per lock or per job?

(laughs)

Oh! No, no, no.

They say it's gonna be
45 minutes.

Okay, that's fine.
I'll be there.

(sighs)

Uh, 45 minutes?

I can wait outside
my apartment.

It's just cold.

All right, hold on.

Um, I can't let you
loiter outside

on a city block
with no phone or keys

in this weather,
so you can wait here.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I swear I won't be
an imposition.

I don't mean to make
people uncomfortable.

There's plenty of space
here for the both of us.

I mean, at the office,

but you're not wrong.

About?

About OPR missing Hirst.

About me impeding cases.

I know the effect I have
on people and, frankly,

I hate it.

It kills me to think I'm
hindering active investigations.

Does that mean
you'll drop it?

You know I can't do that.

But I can offer you
a compromise.

An easy way to resolve this.

- Resign.
- (laughs)

I fail to see how me quitting
when I did nothing wrong

qualifies as a compromise.

Consider this a courtesy.

On my desk right now
is a letter to the DOJ

recommending you be
suspended immediately

and a criminal
investigation opened.

Are you serious?

Routine interviews
only get so much.

Sometimes you need
more ammunition.

Oh, so you already
made your mind up about me

without even interviewing me
and now you're in my home,

knowing that letter's
on your desk?

It's part of the process.

This is part of the process?

Out of all the people
you interviewed,

did you get any
complaints about me?

- Well, no.
- Is the New York office excelling

- under my leadership?
- Yes, by many measures,

- it appears you...
- Do you even have

any evidence right now

that I did anything illegal?

If you haven't done
anything illegal,

then you've got
nothing to worry about!

You know damn well that
even if it brings up nothing,

a criminal investigation

means the end of
my career at the FBI.

You want to do me
a real courtesy?

You rip up that letter and you start
fresh with me in the morning.

No preconceived notions,
no scapegoating.

Just two people sitting down, having
an honest, unbiased interview.

That's all I ask.

(phone vibrating)

Excuse me.

(sighs)
Is that your restroom?

- Yeah. Door on the left.
- Fine.

It's Reade.

This is the NYPD liaison
to the FBI,

calling to inform you
that we received

a distress call involving
Special Agent Zapata.

Where? When?

She's currently under fire

at Immaculate
Conception Church.

Hey, Millicent, there's
an emergency with my team.

- I gotta go.
- (thud)

Millicent?

(grunting)

(Jane) Maybe you can check the
Australian military records.

(Patterson) I've checked
his military records.

I've checked
his hospital records,

school records,
driving records.

I've even checked
his Spotify account,

looking for any changes
in his listening habits.

There's got to be
a lead there.

We're just not gonna
find it quickly.

Okay. Let's go home,
get some rest,

and regroup in the morning with
some fresh eyes, all right?

(Weller)
Yeah.

Hey, I'm still getting
reimbursed for this, right?

- Hey, Reade.
- Ooh. Uno momento, por favor.

I know you saw
what Reade just saw,

but maybe let Uncle Richie

deal with Agent Three-Piece
on this one.

- Wrong time for your games, Uncle Richie.
- Ooh!

I kind of like
when you say it,

but, uh, honestly,
I think people

around here might still
be sore about the whole

"I knew Borden was alive
and didn't tell anybody

about it" thing, so maybe
now is not the best time

to be offering
one-on-one counseling.

- I wasn't...
- Okay, look. When I was king

of the dark web,
between all the hangers-on

and sycophants, I didn't know
who my real friends were,

but then I lost everything,
went to jail,

and finally found my people,

but I pissed them off, too,
pulled a real Zapata,

and ended up the most
hated man in Cell Block D.

Are you done?

How did I get people
to forgive me?

That's an excellent
question. I didn't.

I ended up
in solitary confinement,

and when that got dull,
I left.

I came here.
Never went back.

So, you want me to
abandon everything

- and start over somewhere else.
- No, no, no.

I just want you to realize

things will
go back to normal.

Just give it some time.
You know what?

Maybe enjoy a little
solitary of your own.

(Rich) We've got a
Millicent problem.

(phone vibrating)

Tasha.

Alexis.
I almost didn't...

I... I'll, uh, I'll go.

No, please. My brother would
be touched that you're here.

Yeah, well, I'm not
so sure about that.

I am. Who do you think left
that flyer on your windshield?

(laughs)

I thought it was a ticket.

Yeah, I should have
given you one of those, too.

You still park like a cop.

How do you think
Ricky would feel

about you putting on
that uniform?

Probably
the same way he felt

about you putting on yours.

(laughs)

I just graduated
from the academy.

I'm still doing
field training.

I used to look up
to you both so much.

Then you put on a uniform
and escaped the neighborhood

and, uh, Ricky
put on gang colors

and died here, so...

it's pretty clear whose
footsteps I should follow.

Yeah, well, the only
thing about escaping

from somewhere is,
it's, uh,

- hard to get back.
- Come on.

- (violin music)
- It's starting.

♪♪

Thanks to everyone who shared
their memories of Ricky tonight.

All right, last call.

Anyone else
want to say something?

(exhales)

New Year's Eve,
senior year,

we were on our way
to a party

when Ricky leads me down
this dead-end street

and it was just us

under one of those
digital billboards,

adding up
the number of deaths

from smoking this year.
Yeah.

I thought he had
the wrong address.

I thought,
this is so Ricky.

- (laughter)
- And we can hear people

counting down to midnight
in the distance,

and I'm thinking,
we missed it.

And then,
when they get to one,

Ricky turns to me
and tells me to look up

just as the billboard
resets to zero,

and then he turns to me
and he says,

"To new beginnings."

Ricky took
the least romantic spot

in all of New York
and made it special.

We never lasted long
as a couple...

but we did as friends,
until...

I'm so sorry, Ricky.
(crying)

I knew you were
in a bad place,

and I stopped knowing
how to be there for you.

I'm sorry
I gave up on you.

I know what
that feels like now,

and it's not good.

I thought you might
want to hang on to this.

The uniform suited you.

I don't think I recognize
that girl anymore.

Hey, uh, any advice
for a rookie cop?

Yeah. Make sure you join
for the right reasons,

'cause the wrong ones
don't end well.

- (gun cocks)
- Like?

- Down!
- (gunfire)

10-10, shots fired.
Officer in trouble.

Immaculate Conception Church.
Send assistance now!

(female dispatcher) Requestor,
please identify yourself.

This is Special Agent
Tasha Zapata.

I'll run out,
draw his fire,

while you slide into position
under the balcony and shoot up.

You want me to what?

Shoot him
while I distract him.

You can do this, Alexis.

This is what you've
been training for.

On three, okay?
One...

two... three!

(gunfire)

(groans)

(phone vibrating)

(both grunting)

(phone vibrating)

Tasha, you okay?

I've just been attacked.
Professional hit.

I barely got out alive.

Me, too, which means...

Which means the whole team
could be in danger.

Any word on Patterson,
Jane, or Weller?

The last I saw Patterson,
she was going

to the Henning
Culinary Center.

That's not far from me.
I'm heading there now.

(siren)

(Patterson's voicemail)
Hey, you've reached Patterson.

Leave a message and I'll get
back to you as soon as I can.

(explosion)

Patterson.

(electronic tones)

Is that a break
in the case?

Uh, no. No, it's nothing.

Oh, man,
this shirt's ruined.

Well, you know what?
It was worth it.

What is going on here?

Did you steal clothes
out of someone else's locker?

Don't start, Rich,
please. Not tonight.

It's a compliment. I'm saying
you look nice for once.

- I have a date.
- Oh, my God!

I... I had no idea.
It's great.

I kind of assumed
you'd closed up shop

after, uh,
"he who shall not be named."

Borden.
I'm talking about Borden.

Thank you for that.

So, who's the new guy?

I mean, you're getting
dressed at work,

so is it somebody
from the office?

Give me a hint.
Is it me?

If I tell you, will you
please stop talking?

I don't see
how I could promise that.

Okay.
It's Jack from Forensics.

Dr. Izenberg?
Oh, he's cute!

He's like powder
with hair and eyebrows.

- I think he has a podcast, too.
- Rich!

Have you
Facebook-stalked him yet?

That's vital in
today's dating climate.

Oh, my God.
You need to relax.

This is just a first date.

There's no such thing
as "just a first date."

You gotta take this
seriously.

No second-guessing,
no self-sabotage.

- I'm not doing any of that.
- Not yet.

But the second something gets
sticky, you definitely will.

That's what happens when
people are out of practice.

They get frustrated,
they blame themselves,

they make excuses,
and then pfft!

- Everything shuts down permanently.
- Whoa!

This is the first first date
of the rest of your life.

Promise me
it won't be your last.

You are being so dramatic,
okay?

You do look really nice,
by the way.

(groans)
You're the worst.

Hey, you know,
he works in Forensics,

so maybe find a scent
that matches

- with formaldehyde?
- Awesome.

- Hey! (laughs)
- Hey!

You ready for some
molecular gastronomy?

Hells, yeah.
Using liquid nitrogen

to make ice cream...
sign me up.

- I already did.
- Great.

They say the cream
crystallizes so fast,

so perfectly, it's the
smoothest you'll ever taste.

Well, good, 'cause I
hate rough ice cream.

- (laughs)
- (bell dings)

Oh, tiny thing...
I got the Groupon

back when I was
with my ex,

so if anyone asks,
your name is Diane.

(laughs)

(instructor)
Good, good.

You want a nice,
smooth consistency.

(both chuckle)

This is fun, right?

Yeah, yeah.

You don't have to keep
asking me that.

I'm having
a very good time.

- Do you want to switch?
- No. I'm good.

Are you sure?

Yeah. Do you
want to switch?

Oh. Only if you do.

- Uh, you know what? Let's switch.
- Okay.

(instructor) And now it's
time for the science.

Add the flavoring
to the cream

and then grab your gloves
and your goggles.

Wait. So, is it true
that you have a podcast?

- Oh, yeah.
- Yeah?

- It's about Bigfoot.
- (laughs)

That's funny. Oh.

- I'm so sorry. You're serious.
- Yeah.

A buddy and I, we look
at all the evidence

and try to see where
truth meets fiction.

But you're...
you're a scientist.

(laughs)

You sound just
like Diane.

(instructor) Now, one of
you, slowly and evenly

pour the liquid nitrogen
into the mix

while the other stirs.

- Okay, I'll...
- Here it comes.

Okay.

All righty.
Slowly.

I can't control it.

Well, no, I just...
I want to make sure...

I feel like you're pouring it
a little bit too fast.

Can you stir
a little faster?

I want to make sure
that the nitrogen...

(explosion)

You okay, Diane?

Yeah, yeah.

Just peachy, thank you.

I'm gonna...

- Again, I'm so sorry.
- No, no, no.

It's okay, it's okay.

- If you want to go home...
- No, no, no, no, no.

It's just a stain.
We don't need to bail.

- (trumpeting alert on phone)
- We can still...

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

Uh, is that Wizardville?

Yeah. I love that game.
Do you play?

Uh, fun fact...
I'm not just a user.

- Can I tell you a secret? It's a little naughty.
- Okay.

I side-loaded it
from a pirate site,

got all the premium
content for free.

I know.
I'm horrible.

Yeah, you're horrible.

Hundreds of people make their
living off of that content.

Okay. Okay, okay, okay.

Let's... Um,
let's start from scratch.

Let's just reboot the date
and something simple.

- Shall we go for a drink?
- Yes. Let's go for a drink.

- I don't drink.
- Then why would you say that?

(explosion)

(gunfire)

He's trying to kill us!

Yeah. Good observational
skills, Jack!

Okay. He's reloading.
Let's move!

(gunfire)

- How many rounds do you have?
- Uh...

You didn't bring
your service weapon?

Who brings a gun
on a date?

FBI agents, Jack,
which we are!

(door banging)

- Here! Help me with this!
- What? What? What are you doing?

(grunts)

(air hissing)

You're filling the room
with gas!

That's what
I'm trying to go.

I need something
very small

and battery-powered

to act as a detonator.

Vape pen.

You vape?

(siren)

(Patterson's voicemail)
Hey, you've reached Patterson.

Leave a message and I'll get
back to you as soon as I can.

(explosion)

Patterson.

You got a signal?

No.

(gunshots)

Zapata.
He was trying to kill me.

I know. Reade and I
were just attacked, too.

- Jane and Weller?
- I can't get ahold of 'em.

(Reade) Okay. Let's go
home, get some rest,

and regroup in the morning with
some fresh eyes, all right?

(Weller)
So, here's how I see it.

We either pursue that woman
that might be casing us

or we finish
this lovely meal.

Check, please.

Okay. So, I'll tail her
out the back.

Okay. I'll head out the front,
double back and cut her off.

All right.

Oh, sorry.
Excuse me, sir.

(line ringing)

- Hey!
- (gunshot)

(both grunting)

(phone vibrating)

(assassin)
Oh, God!

Jane!

Jane!

(phone ringing)

Reade, someone's after us.

Jane and I
were just attacked.

(Reade)
It's not just you and Jane.

(Roman) It was good
seeing you in Croatia.

Where is Kurt?

Well, let's see. Uh...

the assassin
I hired to kill him

has a thing for poison.

Or was Zapata's
the poison guy?

So many assassins,
it's really hard to keep track.

- You were helping us.
- Plans change.

Why? Because the boss's
daughter made eyes at you?

Is that really all it takes
to get you to abandon

your last shred of goodness?

You know, as it turns out,

I'm in the market
for a new family.

(Jane)
Remi's dead.

I got the chance
to start over,

and I chose this life,
away from you.

Roman, you don't
have to kill them.

Actually, I do.

Then why am I still alive?

Why not kill me, too?

Because that would be
too easy.

You don't get to die
until you witness

everyone you love
die first.

(Patterson) The assassins
are a disparate band

of mercenaries/hitmen who,
as far as we can tell,

haven't worked together
prior to this job.

Which will make it
that much harder

to figure out who has Jane.

What about the woman
who was sitting at the bar?

Mr. Velvet
only had one camera

facing the bar,
and she never

looked towards it,
paid in cash.

She knew
what she was doing.

Wait! Freeze that.
Zoom in.

Take a look at this guy

taking a food selfie
at the bar.

What about him?

Are you hacking
their reservation system?

Okay. Sitting
at barstool five

at that exact moment,
Mr. Ira Siegel.

Let's see if Ira Siegel
has an Instagram account.

And... aha! Wow!

Even I'm impressed
with me.

Very attracted to
myself right now.

Running face detection.

That is a lot of aliases.

Yeah. Let's see if any of
them rented a white truck.

An eyewitness saw one
leave the scene.

We find that truck,
we find Jane.

You're not keeping me
alive to make me suffer.

You're keeping me alive because you
can't bring yourself to kill me.

You don't know
what I can't do.

Actually, I do.

Because I was the same.

I couldn't kill you
either.

Was.

You'd better hope
we never meet again.

Well, then, I guess it's
a good thing you're there

and I'm here.

Yeah. About that.

You really should have
done this yourself.

Oh, yeah? Why is that?

'Cause you wouldn't
have wired this monitor

through the truck's
main electrical system.

(grunts)

A replacement vehicle's
on the way.

We should prep the cargo
for transfer.

(both grunting)

(gunshots)

(panting)

Kurt, is Avery okay?

She's fine. I spoke
to her handlers.

No one's made
a move on her.

Only our team was targeted.

We clearly struck a nerve
with Crawford.

Which means, until we take
down Crawford and Roman,

we've got to be
very careful.

All of us have got
a bull's-eye on our back now.

Alexis.

Hey.

Hey.

Oh, uh,
you forgot this.

You still don't
recognize her?

I guess I see
a resemblance.

Uh, so before
we got shot at,

you were gonna give me
some rookie advice.

Something about joining
for the right reasons.

Look, you were right about
me putting on the uniform

to escape,

but it didn't work.

I was still there.

Is that why you left
the NYPD for the FBI?

For starters.
If you can't go back,

you gotta keep
moving forward.

That was a really nice speech
you gave about Ricky.

But you got one thing wrong.

He kept pushing us away,

but you,
you always came back.

Every time he got out
of jail or rehab,

you were there,

even when
no one else was.

You didn't give up
on him, Tash.

He gave up on himself.

'Cause real friends,
they always come back.

(exhales)

So, Millicent.

We should probably
talk about that, right?

There's nothing
to talk about.

We had our differences,

but she did not deserve
what she got.

So, this would be
a bad time to point out

that her untimely death
completely absolves you

of any wrongdoing, right?

Correct. I'm not sure
it does, anyway.

She'd already
written a letter.

It's on her desk and it's
probably gonna end my career.

- She told you that?
- Yep.

And OPR is on their way
to her office

to gather
her belongings now.

Yeah. About that. You know
our little conversation

from earlier about,
uh, snooping?

Rich, I told you
not to snoop.

I don't know
who told who what.

You looked through
a dead woman's office?

In my defense, I think

she was still alive
when I went in there.

I mean, the timeline's
a little murky, but, uh,

there's no letter.

What? Are you sure?

I looked all over,
hypothetically.

Maybe she was bluffing.

Hey, maybe she liked you
after all.

(door opens)

(shredder grinding)

'Cause on paper,
we're such a great match.

Yeah. The equation
should balance.

Like two elements that
should go together, but don't.

Yeah, or my math thing.

(sighs)
I'm sorry.

No, don't be sorry.

This is...

This is actually
a good thing.

In science, knowing
what doesn't work

is just as important
as knowing what does.

Oh! You need to pay
for Wizardville.

Like, immediately.

Thank you...

for coming
to the cooking school.

- If you hadn't...
- Oh, that's... You...

saved my ass
plenty of times.

So, you and Jack...

Oh, yeah. Uh...

No, that's definitely
not a good fit.

Oh. Well, if you
ever want to talk...

- (bell dings)
- Good night, Zapata.

What did your brother
say in the truck

other than he wants
to kill all of us?

He said he found
a new family.

Do you believe him?

Who knows, with Roman?

I did realize
one thing, though,

when I thought
you might be dead.

Roman's never getting away
from me ever again.

Even if you had to kill him?

Especially if
I have to kill him.

Subcontractors.
Am I right?

That's why I'm cutting out
the middlemen.

- (pulls slide on gun)
- Whoa. Easy.

Stand down, soldier.

You are too close
to Crawford.

If you get caught...

The FBI team
is still out there.

Yes, and they are feeling
the walls closing around them.

Crawford wants to move
forward with his plans

for the land
we just secured.

Do you know the shot
heard around the world?

It's kind of like that,
but bigger.

Bolder.

Bloodier.

Ready to change the world,
Mr. Jakeman?

♪♪

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