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**

(guard)
Stop!

Uhh!

(grunting)

Kurt! Kurt!
Stop fighting!

Get off me!

You're in a lot
of trouble, Cadet Weller.

This is the third time
you've broken your curfew,

and you're not even
halfway through the semester.

I thought this was a school,
not a prison, sir.

We have rules.

Where were you
sneaking off to?

I need to check
on my sister.

Why?
My father...

She can't defend herself.
He's a monster.

I know you're still
angry with your dad

for sending you here.

No, that's not it.

This is your last
warning, Cadet.

Expel me.
I hate it here.

No... you don't
get off that easy.

You need this school
more than you know.

Now go outside...
and wait for security

to escort you back
to the dorms.

Quite a mess you've
gotten yourself into.

It's okay to be angry.

Anger's good.

But you have to know
where to put it.

Giving a school guard
a black eye is...

short-sighted.

You get kicked out,
then what?

No education,
no prospects.

Doubt you could do
much for your sister

if you can't even
take care of yourself.

To really
protect people...

you need power.

This place is the first step
in getting it.

It's not too late
to do the right thing.

(woman)
Ma'am...

Colonel Nix is
ready for you.

Good luck,
Cadet Weller.

**

It couldn't have
been the only time
that I met Shepherd.

Maybe being back here on campus
will help you remember.

Even if you only met her
that one time,

you know that she
was watching you here.

The basketball game,

the yearbook photo,
the graduation video.

How does all of that lead
to my name being on Jane's back

and being part
of Shepherd's plan?

Well, hopefully
the Commandant

can help fill in
some blanks.

And if he can't?

One step at a time.

We don't have time, Nas.

You sure you have
to go in today?

I mean, look at what's
in your bed right now.

No, I gotta go in, Niki.

Okay, you gonna call me?

Yes, absolutely.

You don't have
my number.

Okay, what's your number?

(Zapata)
Missed you at the gym
this morning.

I overslept.

Really? You never
miss a workout.

There's a first time
for everything.

Well, it's just us,
Three Amigos.

Weller wants us
to run a tattoo down

while he follows
a Sandstorm lead
with Jane and Naas.

All right.
What do we got?

Okay, so, as we all know,
the text on Jane's back

is a mish-mash
of various passages

from famous
literary works.

Buried in there
are Bible verses

from the book of Genesis,
including Genesis 3:25.

"But it was the Father who
sent his envoy, the serpent,

to tempt his children
and lead them astray."

I haven't been
to church in a while,

but that doesn't
sound familiar.

That's because
it doesn't exist.

There is no Genesis 3:25,

but this morning,
one of my systems

picked up the phrase
"Genesis 3:25"

over some chatter,
and I was able to track it

to a man named
Jared Wisnewski.

Single guy, runs a local
farmers co-op upstate.

A few hunting rifles
registered to his name.

Okay, so
a mild-mannered farmer

references a Bible verse
that doesn't exist
in the chatter?

Barely a lead.
I thought so, too.

But the coincidence didn't
sit well with Weller,

and he wanted us
to dig into it.

How exactly did this alert
your tattoo database?

I don't want to bore you
with the intricate details.

Since when?
It's-- It's just--

It's a whole mess of algorithms
and just so much math.

All right, we're gonna
head up to Wisnewski's farm

and see if we can
find anything.

Let's move.
Let's move.

You should have
seen Kurt back then.

Spent more time
in this office than class.

Can't believe he turned out
to be an FBI agent.

Assistant Director
of the FBI, actually.

Impressive.

You both work
for the FBI, too?

Sure.

(Weller)
Any idea who she is?

(chuckling)
That's Ellen Briggs.

What was her connection
to the academy?

Ellen was in the Army.

She visited
once a semester

to talk about her work
serving abroad.

Spent a lot of time
in Africa, the Middle East.

And she took
a real interest in you.

What do you mean?

Well, I was...

this close
to kicking you out of here,

and Ellen convinced me
you deserved another chance.

I don't understand.
She convinced you?

You could say that.

What aren't you
telling me, sir?

Your dad,
he was having a hard time

covering your tuition.
She offered to sponsor you.

My scholarship came from
a state-funded lottery.
No, it didn't.

Ellen wanted
to remain anonymous.

You're telling me
that Ellen Briggs

funded my entire education?

She saw something in you.

Anything?

Yeah,
you could say that.

Great seeing
you folks today.

Tell Shepherd
Kurt Weller was just here.

He knows.

**

Let me reintroduce you
to Shepherd,

otherwise known
as Ellen Briggs.

What'd you find?
More than we had,
less than we want.

Even the simplest
information is

hidden behind
layers of military

security clearances
and encryption.

But now we know that
she was a Major General,

Deputy Director of the Defense
Threat Reduction Agency.

Holding such a high rank
in the military would

explain how she had
access to some of

the classified information
on Jane's body.

And why she'd have friends
that have access to the rest.

Most of her record is
heavily redacted

or just missing from
the system entirely.

I've been searching
for connections,

and one name popped up--
Sean Clark.

He was a training officer
at Fort Meade

when Shepherd was
stationed there.

They worked together
for years.

But then there's this.

Clark retired from a post
at the DOJ a year ago,

then suffered a stroke.

He's been at
an assisted living center

in Westchester ever since.

It took some digging,
but the shell corporation paying

his bills
has connections

to the same one
that sponsored

Weller's military school
scholarship.

So Shepherd's paying
Sean Clark's medical bills?

That means that
he's important to her.

We've got to go
and talk to that guy.

Let's move.

So, you just
overslept, huh?

You know you can
still talk to me

about Coach Jones, right?

Jones is dead.

That doesn't mean
what he did goes away.

Do you ever think
about maybe

trying to talk to somebody,
trying to deal with--

There's nothing to deal with.
Jones is dead. It's over.

Hello?

No car in the driveway.

It's a big farm.
Let's check around back.

Home shooting range?

That seems
a little excessive.

I don't remember him
having an AK-47

registered in his name.

This guy's got
a huge stockpile
of automatic weapons.

And all the ingredients
to make an ANFO bomb.

I'm gonna call in
a warrant.
I'll let Weller know.

Ellen Briggs--

what can you tell me
about her, Mr. Clark?

She's gone.

She's gone where?

Three-two count.
Backdoor slider.

He-- Gibson, he cracks
one to the bleachers,

and she's gone.

Yeah...
1988 World Series.

Sean, do you remember me?

I'm Ellen's daughter, Remi.

You're not on the Dodgers.

Excuse us.

I just talked
with Sean's doctor.

His stroke resulted
in significant brain trauma.

His vascular dementia is
better on some days, but...

Yeah, well, we caught him
on a really bad day.

Perhaps that's why Shepherd
isn't afraid of him talking.

It's another dead end.

All he can remember is baseball.

Wait, maybe talk to him
about baseball.

I mean, familiar things
help me with my memories.

Mr. Clark,
do you like the Pirates?

Cordova and Rincon's
combined no-hitter in '97?

I almost went
to that game.

I know you.

How? From where?

You play on the Mets.

You should have
been a National,

but they could never
let that happen.

Never.

Thank you,
Mr. Clark.

You have a great day.

(Zapata)
Welcome back.

We seized a huge cache
of automatic weapons,

demolition charges,

nitrogen fertilizer,
and diesel fuel.

Wisnewski isn't
a mild-mannered farmer.

He's using his farm
as a domestic terrorist
training camp.

So he's making
an ANFO bomb?

ANFO?

Aluminum Nitrate
Fuel Oil explosive.

Same type of bomb
they used in Oklahoma City.

Where is this guy now?
We have a BOLO out on his car,

and we're tracking
his credit cards.

Oh, my God!
What?

We just got a hit
on facial recognition for him.

(Weller)
Where?

Here,
in this building.

He just exited
the third floor elevator.

Counterterrorism
Division.

Down! Stop!
Get on the ground!

On the ground!

Are you armed?
No.

What are you
doing here?

Is this building
a target?

I don't understand.
I'm an informant.

I work for the FBI.

Are these really necessary?
I'm an informant for you guys.

You're not in our system,

and our informants don't usually
make bombs in their backyard.

Agent Boyd
can vouch for me.

He's on his way in,
but right now,

you're gonna start
talking to the both of us.

I run a farmers
co-op upstate.

A lot of us
in the community
were angry.

The government is
pushing us off our land.

First, in the '90s,
it was a freeway.

Now, it's a gas pipeline.

People can't make
a living anymore.

Agent Boyd was concerned

that the anti-government
sentiment could lead

to a homegrown
domestic cell.

He wanted me to keep

an eye on things,
report back.

I identified
a few key people

that were angrier
than others

and passed
those names along.
All right.

So, how does
passing on a few names

turn into
a terror attack?

It was Boyd's idea.

(Reade)
Come again?

Are you saying
an agent told you

to start building
ANFO bombs?

He wanted me to gauge
the group's interest

in acting
on their anger.

The pipeline is

gonna break ground
on March 25th.

He wanted to know if that
was an enticing target.

I brought it up.

People went along.

March 25th.
Genesis 3:25.

That's the codename
for your pipeline attack?

Genesis means
the beginning,

and we were
gonna end it.

By what,
blowing it up?

Boyd and his team
were gonna swoop in

before anything
got deadly.

What you're describing
is entrapment.

Now, my office does not
radicalize people

or create a terror cell
just to take them down.

Agent Boyd.
I can explain this.

My office, now.

It's a successful program.

I wouldn't know.
There's no record.

Well, I couldn't
leave a paper trail for

this kind
of operation.
Yeah, because
it's against the law.

These people would not
be planning this attack

if you hadn't have
given them the idea.

I'm just moving up the
timeline on the inevitable.

These people are angry.
They hate the government.

Yeah, and that does not
make them criminals.

Look, if we don't root out
this kind of stuff now,

we'll be dealing with
the aftermath later.

Think about
Ruby Ridge,

Cliven Bundy,
Timothy McVeigh.

I'm shutting you down,
Boyd.

You pull the plug,
this group will

carry out the attack
without Jared.

Not if we arrest them first.

We don't have the evidence
to make arrests.

This was all
about getting them

for the big attack.

And we've got Jared's weapons
and his bomb materials.

A third grader
could make more ANFO,

and you know it.

We let this go,

and something bad
is gonna happen.

I want you to put together
everything that you have

on this and then
give it to me.

I will decide

whether this op
moves forward or not.

We were hoping
these photos could help you

remember something.

Who is she?

You remember her?

I have this feeling.
It's hard to explain.

I can't--
I can't remember her,

but she feels familiar.

I know her, don't I?

That's Shepherd,
our mother.

Her real name
is Ellen Briggs.

She was
an Army General.

I need to know
everything about her.

Well, we don't know
much right now,

and the files we found
on her are mostly redacted.

I need to see them.

I'm not sure that the FBI is
willing to hand over

classified documents
to someone in custody.

I know her, I--

Look, I know
it's frustrating and--

How am I supposed
to help if they won't

share everything
with me?

What are they hiding?

I'll talk to Nas, okay?

You okay?
Yeah.

I'm doing great.
What's going on?

How exactly did you crack
the Bible verse tattoo?

You told me on the phone

you picked up the phrase
on some chatter.

You're never this interested
in how I solve the tattoos.

This one points
to an off-the-book program

being run
out of this office,

so I need to know what is
happening under my watch,

and I need to know now.

Uh, okay.

I linked
the tattoo database

to a secret NSA
data collection program.

Omaha? Nas told me

it's very similar
to Daylight.

Daylight on steroids is
more accurate.

So you've been using
illegal wiretaps

to solve these tattoos?

Patterson.
This was
the first one.

Really?
I know-- it's just,

I have to use every
resource that I have.

We're running out of time

to figure out
what all of this adds up to.

That is my call to make,
not yours, understand?

As much as I want
to shut this program down,

we can't risk an attack
being carried out

by this domestic cell.

Great,
I've outlined a way

to wrap this up
in three months.

Forget it.
This is my op now.

We do it my way.
Sir,
with all due respect,

I've been working
on this for two years.

Yeah, and you messed it up,

so you want me
to keep you on this,

tell me everything
that I need to know.

These are the players
that Jared planned

the pipeline attack with.

So what do we know
about them?

Tom Moses,
cattle rancher

who turned a peaceful
community protest

into a small riot.

The incident ignited

this powder keg
in the first place.

His cousin Kevin Pabst is
a distributor

who brings the co-op's
cattle to the market.

And lastly,
Tess Bartell.

She served two tours
in the Iraq war,

took over the family farm
when she returned.

What about the rest
of the community?

Are they aware
of an attack?

A few other people
in the community

were interested
in joining the cause.

We were gonna
read 'em in soon.

Let's focus
on these three.

We'll make arrests when we've
got enough evidence on them.

Jared's been
out of contact with them

since your team
raided his farm.

He needs to let 'em know
that the plan is safe,

that the attack
can still move forward.

No. I don't want him
out in the field again.

He's the leader
of the group.

If he disappears,
they'll know something's wrong.

We have a prearranged
meeting spot

that's easy to surveil.

I can do this.

(ringing)
(Tess)
Jared?

Hey, Tess, listen.

Your place is
crawling with cops.

I'm fine,
but we have to talk.

Get Kevin and Tom

and meet in the normal
spot in an hour.

No. The orchard
on Old Post Road.

What's wrong with
the usual spot?
It's secure.

If the Feds knew
about your farm,

they could know about
our meeting spot, too.

Tess, there's no way
they could know about that.

See you in an hour.

(call disconnects)

(whistling a tune)

This is not
a good position.

Not one sightline
to where they're meeting.

If we get any closer,
they'll spot us.

We'll know
everything that's going on

through the mic
we put in Jared's truck.

(Zapata)
We got something.

A jeep and a bike
approaching from the north end.

(Weller)
Got it. Stay sharp, team.

Anything seems off,
we move in, make the arrests.

Copy?
Copy that.

(revving)

How the hell did the FBI know
to raid your farm, Jared?

Nosy neighbor.
I'm just lucky I wasn't home

when they stormed
the place.

They got the weapons
and the bombs.

They could know everything.

Nothing pointed
to our plan

or to any of you.

We have to stay the course
with Genesis 3:25.

The pipeline is months away
from breaking ground.

We need to gather
the others and strike today

before the cops launch
a full investigation.

Strike what?
Where?

Watch the news tonight.
You'll see.

Tess, don't cut me out!
I started this!

You're a fugitive now, Jared.
You need to lay low.

I need to know
what you're targeting

to make sure that
it has a real impact.

You don't trust me?

Or is something else
going on here, Jared?

Tess, what are you doing?

Please,
put the gun away.

Jared's blown.
Let's pull him out.

He can handle it, she's about
to change up the target.

Team, move in!

(tires squealing)

Why didn't you answer
your phone all day, Jared?

You're being paranoid.

Are you trying
to set us up?

You working
with the Feds?

We've come too far
to let you ruin it.

It's over.
Put the gun down.

The FBI is listening.

(gunshot)

Go!

(Reade)
Weller, Tess is
headed to you.

(Boyd)
Stay on her.

Show me your hands!
Show me your hands!

(gunfire)

(Reade)
Get on the ground! Now!

This is everything
that we have on Shepherd.

I've included images
of Fort Meade and Fort Hood.

That's where we know
she was stationed.

Does any of it
seem familiar?

No, none of it.
Just her.

If her name is
Ellen Briggs,

does that mean that
my last name is Briggs, too?

We didn't find
any record on you or Jane.

There's-- There's
no proof that she was

ever legally
your mother.

Why wouldn't
she have adopted us?

Well, maybe she did,

and then the records
were erased.

Roman, there's
still a lot more

that we don't know
about her.

It doesn't make
any sense.

What?

These files, they...

they show a soldier
who betrayed her country.

A terrorist.

That's not what I feel
when I look at her.

It's something different.
Something warm.

You were taught
to follow her
your whole life.

It makes sense
that you would feel

this deep connection
to her.

But if I have these
feelings toward somebody

who is such...

a monster...

what does that make me?

You could have
stopped this months ago.

You didn't.
Now Jared is dead.

We can salvage this.
How?

This group is out there
with plans to hit

a new target today--
we've got no idea where.

We have a warrant out
for Tess Bartell's arrest.

We find her,
and we drill down.

We won't be
doing anything.

Hand in your service weapon
and your badge.

Your career
with the FBI is over.

Any luck
tracking Tess down?
We've got nothing.

She ditched her bike
and has gone completely dark.

Field agents are talking to
farmers who might be involved.

So far,
we've come up empty.

What about
possible targets?

Kevin isn't talking,
and there are five

construction companies
working on the pipeline.

(Reade)
The project had
to be signed off on

by a dozen
state officials.

Any one of them
could be a target.

I want agents
at every one of those places.

(electronic tone)
Oh, no.

This is bad.
What?

Uh, a farming
supply warehouse

five miles
from the orchard

reported a robbery.

1,000 pounds of
nitrogen fertilizer

and a dozen drums
of diesel fuel.

Tess didn't steal that much
by herself. She has help.

Now they've got
enough explosives

to level any building.

(beeping)

I understand
you're angry.

I was, too, when I discovered
one of my agents was running

an op targeting
innocent people.

I've seen what happens
when people in the government

abuse their power,

and it's not
something I stand for,

so give me the chance
to make this right

before anyone else
gets hurt.

I just wanted to keep
what was mine, my family's.

We're losing everything
to that pipeline.

And that's not fair,

but neither is
killing innocent people.

I never wanted
to kill anybody.

Yeah, but Tess is
a different story.

We know she's planning
on targeting something big.

Kevin, everyone
that she kills

will be on your hands.

Can you live
with that?

It's not too late
to do the right thing.

Tess blames the Bureau
of Land Management.

They've been carving up
our properties for decades.

Their headquarters
are here in Manhattan.

The federal building
on 57th.

That's what she and the other
farmers are gonna hit.

I'm sure of it.

Thank you.

(sirens)

(people clamoring)

Go!

We're evacuating
the building,

but getting 50 floors
of people out of here

takes time.
I've got it.

Where's the bomb squad?
They're doing a sweep.

So far, nothing,
but, you know,

they've got a lot
of ground to cover

and not enough agents yet.

We'll help you
with evacuation.

Guys, I want you to set up
a perimeter outside.

Go.

Tasha, Reade, you three,
search down the street

to the underground
parking lot. Go.

Service hallways--
how many? Where?

One on the west side
and one on the east.

Both go to loading docks.

Okay.
Jane, with me.
Copy.

I'll take the east side.
Stay on comms.

Let me know
if you see anything.
Got it.

(Patterson)
Guys, we have a problem.
What is it?

A truck just blew through
three red lights

heading west down 57th,

headed straight
for the federal building.

On it.

(people clamoring)

(booming)

(Weller)
Got eyes on it.

Team, move
to the street now.

Stop!

Stop your truck!

(gunfire)

Tess, freeze!
Both of you!

Get down
on the ground, now!

You're surrounded.

Back off!

Give me the detonator.

Or what?
You shoot me,

I blow the truck,
and we're all dead.

You've gotta
listen to me, Tess.

You don't understand.

We do understand.

The system does
have problems,

but killing innocent people
isn't the answer.

This is the only way
for our voice to be heard,

the only way
to make things change.

You're a soldier, right?

So you've seen
what happens when people

use violence
to send a message,

how many lives
it destroys.

That is
the easy way out,

and you know it.

Soldiers are trained
to do what's right,

not what's easy.

You need to give me
that detonator, Tess.

Hey, look,

a friend of mine
at the Justice Department

is running down
original copies

of Shepherd's
redacted service record.

It's a long shot,
but it's something.

What else can we do?

Any break we can catch
right now will help.

I heard what
happened earlier.

That was a risky
move you made,

standing in front
of the truck like that.

I had to stop it
before it hurt anyone else,

to get it back
under control.

The off-the-books program?

Or something else?

It's a control freak's
worst nightmare

to find out
that someone else
was at the wheel

for the most crucial
parts of their life.

You think
I'm a control freak?

Shepherd may have once

had a say in your future,
but, Kurt,

don't let her
drive you mad today

by second-guessing
your leadership
over this office.

If someone else was
sitting in that chair,

they might have seen
Agent Boyd's program sooner.

I've just been
so focused on Sandstorm.

And personal
complications?

Yeah,
that's part of it.

Great leaders know
that it is impossible

to take everything on
themselves.

You do that,

and you really do
start to lose sight

of the bigger picture.

But as a leader,

there are some things
I can do better.

You want me
to stop using Omaha?

Using illegal wiretaps

or invading the privacy
of citizens is exactly

the type of corruption
that we need to stop.

Omaha could help us
find Shepherd and Borden

before it's too late.

What if we only use it
for that and not the tattoos?

Patterson,

what you've gone through,
that is unimaginable.

I can understand
you're frustrated,

but there has
to be a line.

You know it.

So, we will find them,
and we'll make them pay,

but it can't be at the cost
of compromising yourself.

Okay.

I'll disconnect Omaha
from my systems.
Thank you.

But there's something
you should know before
I pull the plug.

What did I just say?
It's about Sean Clark.

I ran his name
through Omaha,

and I got a hit
on an archived wiretap,

a recorded
phone conversation
from last year.

(Mayfair)
Sean Clark, wonderful
to hear from you.

(Clark)
It's been a while,
Assistant Director Mayfair.

Holding things down
in New York for us?
Trying my best.

Why would Mayfair
and Clark be talking?
Just listen.

(Clark)
Listen, I'm calling
about the agent

you put up to run
the DC office.

He's the best I've got.

I think it's a little premature
for him to be a candidate.

He should spend
some more time

with you in New York
before taking over

an office of his own.

He's a bit raw,
to be blunt.

Well, that's one word for it,
but he gets results.

I'm sure he does,
but if he stays in New York,

I think he can
do great things.

All right.
Your mistake is my gain.

You'll see someday.

I hope you're right.
Take care, Bethany.

She never told me
that I was up for that.

Maybe she didn't want
to get your hopes up.

Clark blocked the chance
for me to be promoted,

to relocate to DC.

He wasn't just talking
baseball gibberish.

What do you mean?

He told me that
I was playing for the Mets,

the New York Mets,

but he said I should
have been a National.

The Washington Nationals.

He was trying to tell me
about that transfer,

but he said they could
never let it happen.

"They" being Sandstorm?

That phone call was
from last year,

so Shepherd wanted me
to stay in New York,

to be here when Jane
showed up in that bag.

What else does he know
about Shepherd and her plan?

Uh, we still on
for the gym tomorrow?

Yes, and I promise
I won't sleep through
my alarm this time.

I'm sorry
if I pushed you earlier.

I just wanted
to make sure you were okay.

No, I appreciate it.
I do.

For the first time in a while,
I feel like I can breathe,

like I can have fun again.

Who is she?

(laughing)
It's not even like that.

Well, you'd better not
mess this one up.

Tasha.
I'm serious.

You deserve
to be happy,

so don't let anything
get in the way of that,

including yourself.
I know how you get.

Yeah, I know.

I will see you tomorrow.

Good night.

You were trying to tell me
about a promotion you blocked.

You did that for Ellen,
didn't you?

You kept me from going
to Washington. Why?

You were supposed
to be a National,

but your career is
with the Mets.

Ellen wanted
to keep me in New York.

You're the face
of the franchise,

her star player.

Why is she
so invested in me?

You're a Met.

You have to be a Met.

You don't understand.

I don't.
Help me understand, Sean.

It's the Truman Protocol.

It's everything.

But no one knows.

What is
the Truman Protocol?

Someone could be
listening.

Let's go to your room.

We can talk
privately there.

Hello, Kurt.

(beeping)

Hey.

What are you thinking
for dinner tonight?

You want Chinese
or Indian, maybe?

Why all the killing?

What?

Nas showed me the files.

The attacks,
the bodies

Shepherd has dropped
over the years,

all of my crimes,
what's it all for?

I want to understand

why I'd follow
someone like her.

She believes the system
only serves those in power

instead of the people
it's supposed to.

Is she wrong?

Seems like the government
controls everything.

Look at us, I'm...
I'm stuck in this box,

and you're forced
to work for them.

How do you know
you're not brainwashed now?

We're on
the right side of this.

Look, Shepherd's beliefs
may seem noble,

but she doesn't care
who she hurts,

and whatever feelings
that you're having for her,

that's what she used
to control you.

She uses people,
just like the government,

and I help the FBI
because I want to.

No one is forcing me
to do anything.

They tell you
where to go

and what you're
allowed to say.

Every minute of your day is
spent doing something

that they want
you to do, I mean,

when was the last time
you made a decision
for yourself?

(laughing)

Hey, you want another drink?
I'm gonna make a drink.

Your finest vodka soda.

I don't drink
soda, girl.

I got juice, though.

I could make you
a screwdriver.

At least there's
some Vitamin C in this.

Okay, nerd.

Easy.
(laughing)

You do realize I work
for the FBI, right?

Oh, get your cuffs out.

Didn't you leave
Freddy for this?

I left Freddy 'cause
he was out of control.

This is just fun.

(snorting)

(laughing)

You know,
sometimes I look at you,

and I feel like
you've maybe never

had a carefree day
in your whole life.

You gotta learn
how to relax.

Hey, not bad
for a first-timer.

Thank you.

I still can't believe
you have never played

Skee-ball before,
how is that even possible?

I know we said
the past is just the past,

but this is
much more mysterious

than your tattoos.

Well, let's just say

I had a very
unusual childhood.
Hmm.

So, what will
this get us?

Uh, how does
a brand-new

pencil eraser sound?
Kinda boring.

(both laugh)
What about

a plastic set
of vampire fangs?

Better.

You know, I thought I was
never gonna hear from you again.

Thought maybe
I'd screwed it up.

No, it wasn't you.
I just, uh...

I needed to see
things differently.

Well, I'm glad you did.

Um, wow.
How many tickets is that?

Uh, thousands.
Many thousands.

Are you saying
we can't do it?

Oh, we can do it,
but that is gonna take

a serious level
of commitment.

I'm thinking 30 or more
hours of Skee-ball

spread over ten
or so days...

Hmm.
...depending on how
your shot improves.

But if you want
to head down that path,

there is
no turning back.

Are you sure
you're ready for this?

That shark is mine.

(typing)

(Patterson)
I finally finished
my paperwork.

Have you had dinner yet?

Uh, I ate a Go-Gurt.

A what?

A Go-Gurt,
that's what you eat

when you don't have
time to eat a yogurt.

It's like
a tube of yogurt.

Yeah,
that's not dinner.

Why don't we get
something to eat?

Uh, I can't.

I'm still trying to ID
the reference numbers

from Shepherd's
redacted documents.

Hey, are you okay?

Yes. Why does everyone
keep asking me that?

I'm fine.
I think
you need a break,

maybe a drink or two
to de-stress.

You wanting me
to de-stress

is stressing me out.

Please, I have
so much work to do,

and Weller wants me
to do it with one hand

tied behind my back,
and if we have any hope

of catching
Shepherd and Borden,

someone's got to be here
to push the buttons

because... the buttons
don't push themselves.

Patterson.

Today is an
unfortunate day, Kurt.

What have you
done to him?

I had to use some
very powerful medicine

to get him lucid.

Make sure
he didn't say too much.

I'm not worried.

I've got to say,
it's nice...

to be in the same room
as you again.

You know, that day
we met at the academy,

you had so much anger
inside of you

but so much potential
to fight for what's right.

I saw a lot
of myself in you.

Is that why you've been
manipulating my life?

The scholarship,
the job transfer,

sending Jane to me
with all the tattoos.

What's it all for?

(coughing)

Kurt, you and I,

we're...

we're saving
this country.

I didn't know

when I first
met you that day

how important you would be
to all of this.

When Remi and I formulated
the tattoo plan,

I saw an opportunity
to put you in it,

and it feels comforting
to know that you'll be there

to help
when the time comes.

Why do you think that
I will ever help you?

Be part of your plan?

We're the same, Kurt.
Don't you see that?

We both fight
for what's right.

We both hate corruption
in all its forms.

You've seen yourself,
first-hand,

that this country
needs a revolution.

We're on
the same team here.

How many more
will have to die

before you realize
we want the same thing?

No, we don't.
You're a terrorist.

That's what the law says.

Did you ever consider
the law is wrong?

Hmm.

(inhales deeply)

Therein lies
the big difference

between us.

You play by the rules.

I believe the rules
need to change.

Only I know
what it really means

to make sacrifices

for a greater cause
than yourself.

I'm sorry,
old friend.

Don't!

No, it's okay.
I had to.

You know that.

In order
to protect the plan.

You didn't
have to do that!

You needed to see
that you're not

the only one
who's suffering here!

This is hard on me, too!

But it'll all be worth it.

I have to go now,
but we'll meet again,

and you'll have
no choice but to join me.

No.

There.

You can
let yourself out.

It's really a shame.

In another life...

we could have
been family.

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