All language subtitles for Blindspot.S02E11.Droll.Autumn.Unmutual.Lord.S02.1

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 kill
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 burned.

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 shot 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 torture.

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 kill
12 FBI agents.

He nearly killed
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 kill.

Shepherd is still out there,

preparing to execute
Phase Two,

a catastrophic attack
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 explosives.

So, you think Stepulov
smuggled in a bomb?

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 terrorist
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 died 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 died
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 suicide 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 died.

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 bomb
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 guns.
Everyone, just lower your guns.

What are you doing?
Are you working with him?

Yeah, so lower your weapon.
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 weapon.

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 murdered
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 terrorists.

She is adorable.

Stepulov finally
gave me something.

A Dabbur Zann attack
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 kill
thousands of people tonight?

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

If we can crack 'em,

maybe we can get
a lead on the attack.

(Weller)
Okay, Patterson
will run point on that.

Reade, Tasha, have
another crack 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 terrorist

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 tortur me,

held me captive
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 killing 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 killer.

(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 terrorist,

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 died
on the operating table.

(Jane)
So, now what?

The Dabbur Zann attack
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 attack.

(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 died.

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 attack
is going to happen.

For him.

You murder 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 bomb.

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

(indistinct chatter)

From the looks of it,
this guy's pumping

explosive 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 kill 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.

Kill the lights.

(keys jingling)

(man)
Time's up.

What you got?
Another coin?

Give it!

(knife 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 attack

so he could call it off
if his son lived,

or not if he died...
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 attack 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 attack,

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 gunshot)

(screams)

Found the girl.

Yes, I understand, alive.

Bomb techs, report to me
as soon as you see anything.

Team, stay sharp.

Those racks are rigged
with enough explosives

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 explosives.

FBI!
Drop your weapons!

**

(machine gun 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 shot 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 crack)

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 explosion.

Um, okay.

If I can kill
the cell signal,

there's no way
to set off the bomb.

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.

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 shot.

You?

Keaton...
what are you doing?

Take any shot you can get.

Don't, Keaton.
I haven't got a shot.

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 kill her!

Okay, put the gun
on me, man.

Put the gun 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!
(gunshot)

(gunshots)

(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, war 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.

Automatic 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 shot 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 crack
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 gang
called the Viper Kings.

We just got her file
from the ATF.

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

Wait.
Who is that?

Oh, my God.

It's Roman.

**

(man)
Greg, move your head.