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(Traffic whooshing)

(Typing)

ALEX: You said I'd be safe here.

No body bags.

- (Beep) - I will do what I have to.

- (Knocking) - FBI, open the door!

Blow the door.

(Beeping)

(Taking a deep breath)

Breach, breach!

(Explosion)

STEVE: Wait, no!

Put the gun down!

Don't move, no!

(Gunshot)

WILL: This contains symbols and character combinations

I've never seen before.

Would I be able to take this back with me

to analyze it further?

No, that is not proper protocol.

But I-- I can check, hold on a second.

(Clicking)

NEWS REPORTER (On TV): Officials have confirmed the loss of eight FBI agents

in a devastating warehouse explosion

in East Los Angeles.

(Explosion)

(♪♪♪)

(Screaming)

You buried me alive.

- (Bang) - (Shattering)

(Tires screeching)

(Anna crying)

He said he would call me.

(Sobbing)

I don't want him to be gone.

I know, baby, I know.

(Crying)

He said he would call me.

- ♪ Hush, little baby ♪ - It is not fair.

It is--

♪ Don't say a word ♪

♪ Mama's gonna buy you ♪

♪ A mocking bird ♪

♪ And if that mocking bird don't sing ♪

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

(Traffic whooshing and siren wailing in distance)

(Taking deep breaths)

(Grunting)

Good, you're up.

(Grunting)

Careful.

You hurt your wrist pretty bad.

Who the hell are you?

(Will sighing)

I'm Claire.

Where the hell am I?

You were in an accident and I-- well, I hit you.

I ran a red light, didn't I?

I'm sorry, that was my fault.

I take complete responsibility, I was not paying attention.

I'm sorry, I gotta-- I gotta go.

I hit you on purpose.

WILL: What did you just say?

The accident.

It wasn't your fault.

I had to do it.

It's the only way to save your life, Will.

How do you know my name?

(Takes a deep breath)

I know a lot more than just your name.

I know where you live, I know what car you drive,

I know what you do for a living,

and I know there are people looking for you,

and I couldn't risk you falling into their hands.

So you smashed into me to save my life?

You could have killed me.

You were already dead, you just didn't know it.

The place they had you driving to,

they were gonna kill you.

So what else do you know?

I'm also aware that you might have access

to a certain document.

Look, you got the wrong guy, okay?

I don't know what the hell you're talkin' about,

I don't know about any list.

Who said anything about a list?

I mentioned a document.

I didn't say anything about a list.

I gotta go.

Please, wait.

(Takes a deep breath)

In case you change your mind.

Be careful, Will.

They won't stop until they find you.

(♪♪♪)

REES: I went and visited Steve's family.

I imagine it's not easy for them.

It was hard, to say the least.

ROBERT: I can imagine.

Thank you for doing that, by the way.

Alex Mais' wife just arrived.

Let's go Rees.

ROBERT: No.

I'll interview her myself.

(Taking deep breaths)

Hello, Marta.

My name is Robert Martin.

Uh, first off my condolences.

Thank you.

I don't know what to say.

It doesn't make sense.

Alex was a good man, a good husband,

a good father.

I don't understand.

What can you tell me about the warehouse downtown?

How long he had been working there?

Who hired him?

I don't know.

I honestly-- the first time

I heard about the warehouse incident is

when you first called me

and informed me of my husband's--

What-- where--

where did you think he was working, Marta?

In Pasadena, at the Recovery Center.

We would have lunch there every Thursday.

Marta, your husband was working for some very bad men.

I assure you if you keep anything from me,

I will find out.

I tell you what?

Take my card.

I want you to go home tonight and think really hard

about anything you might have forgotten.

Okay?

I will.

I promise.

Good.

Because I want you to help us figure this whole thing out.

Okay, they might be blackmailing your husband, but--

What I don't want you to do is lie to us,

because if you do,

things could get very bad for you, do you understand me?

Yes.

Um...

I would like to retrieve my husband's remain

and have a proper burial.

Can you help me?

Well, I'm afraid that won't be possible,

not for a little while.

(Sighing) Can I say goodbye?

Can I see-- can I see him?

Uh, well, I'm afraid I-- I can't allow that to happen

at the moment.

Your husband's body is undergoing a series of tests

actually in another location.

I mean if it was up to me I, ugh-- of course I would,

but it's not.

I'm sorry.

Now what I can do is--

And I don't recommend you look at them

due to their graphic nature,

but show you some photographs of him.

Yes, please, I want to see.

Please.

(♪♪♪)

Thank you, Rees.

(♪♪♪)

Who's this?

I'm sorry?

This is not my husband.

I don't follow.

Okay.

This is my husband Alex Mais.

(♪♪♪)

(Whooshing)

(♪♪♪)

(Whooshing)

Why are we just discovering this now?

Can somebody please tell me how this happened?

KURT: With all due respect, sir, bad DNA tests are not that odd.

Oh, come on, bullshit!

I want a detailed report on what went wrong

with that test.

REES: Sir.

Sir, it appears someone may have corrupted Alex Mais' identity.

Passports, green card, social security, ID,

even his social media accounts were hacked.

They kept all his information the same, such as name and work,

the only thing they changed were his pictures.

The only pictures we have of the real Alex Mais

were of his wedding.

Yeah, and I contacted Boston College

to see if they have any photos of him stored

in their archive room.

Waiting back for an answer.

We have forensics running another round of DNA tests.

They should get back to us by the end of the day.

Good.

Well, make sure they run it through CODIS this time.

And if this is not Alex Mais, who the hell is this guy?

(♪♪♪)

(Whooshing)

Hey.

Could I ask you a favor?

Long night?

You could say that.

What makes you ask?

Well, you've got a cut on your face, for starters.

And you got that bandage on your wrist.

I'm gonna give you this jacket, it's very expensive.

I just need a dollar.

It's not my style.

You think you can just buy me with a expensive jacket?

You rich people.

You think we're for sale just because we're poor.

Come on, man, I just need $1.

I know what it's like to need a dollar.

Hey!

I'm not finished.

(Coins clinking)

(♪♪♪)

MAN 1: Take it.

I'll give you back your dollar and more.

No, just give me back my dollar.

I'm not a bank, and I don't charge interest.

Remember, I do it, because I know what it's like

to need a dollar.

I know what it's like to lose everything.

(♪♪♪)

(Phone buzzing)

Hello.

Hello?

This isn't funny.

Who the hell is this?

WILL (On phone): Kurt ...

...it's me

What the hell, Will?

Will?

Listen, have you seen Anna?

Is she okay?

Yeah, at your funeral yesterday.

Shit!

Was she upset?

What kind of question is that?

Of course, she's upset.

She thinks you're dead, we all do.

What's goin' on, Will?

I can't explain right now.

Listen, I need to make sure Anna's--

Fuck!

(Banging)

Fuck.

(♪♪♪)

(Taking deep breaths)

(Phone ringing)

- Kurt? - Yeah.

Now, I'm gonna ask you one serious question.

Who else have you contacted and who else knows you're alive?

Just you.

Okay, good, we're gonna keep it that way.

I'll come find you

and we'll figure this out together.

I'm uh-- I'm downtown

on the corner of Santa Fe and 7th.

Okay, there's a-- there's a--

okay, there's an old parking garage

two blocks from where you are, just south of 7th and Western.

I'll meet you inside it in 30.

Yeah, give me an hour.

Somethin' I need to take care of.

Okay, stay safe, Will, and no matter what you do

do not talk to anyone, you hear?

(♪♪♪)

Alright, good news, bad news.

Dental analysis and DNA came back without results.

Our guy doesn't seem to correspond

to anyone in our database, so no luck there.

Shit.

And the good news?

We ran a full-body X-ray

and discovered an orthopedic prosthesis

in the victim's upper-right shoulder.

ANDRÉ: According to our analyst's report,

suspect's orthopedic surgery

took place two to three years ago.

We checked.

We found identifiable markings on the prosthesis itself.

They found the address of the transplant origin

at Hayman Orthopedic Center.

They've already initiated contact.

Back when our suspect would have undergone surgery,

there would have been two working surgeons,

one by the name of Andy Wormser and the other of Rory Cotton.

We've already reached out.

And asked them to match the serial numbers

to the ones in our record.

They should be getting back to us by the end of the day.

Good.

That's a good start.

Let's see if we can trace it back

to the manufacturer as well.

Alright, guys?

ANDRÉ: Yes, sir.

Kurt.

I just-- we're wasting valuable time

and resources here.

We're lookin' in the wrong places.

And what do you suggest?

We should be searching for the real Alex Mais

rather than some dead man

who can't provide us with any information.

Alright, Kurt, you may explore that avenue,

but I want all other agents to stay on task.

Okay, guys?

Good work.

Dismissed.

(Sighing)

Kurt, what's goin' on with you?

Nothin'.

I gotta go.

(Whirring)

(Vrooming)

(Laughter and indistinct chatter)

(♪♪♪)

I made you your favorite sandwich.

I don't want to eat.

You need to eat, baby.

I said I wasn't hungry, mom.

Okay.

(♪♪♪)

I'm gonna go take a shower.

Do you need anything else before I go?

(♪♪♪)

(Sighing)

(♪♪♪)

WILL (On voice message): Hey, sweetheart, it's daddy.

Listen, about our little secret tomorrow.

Listen, sweetie, I've gotta cancel.

I'm really sorry.

It's this work thing got a little crazy,

but we'll reschedule, okay?

I love you.

And I'll talk to you soon.

Okay, sweetheart.

Bye.

He was a brave man.

He'll be missed.

Rees, we're gonna find whoever's responsible for this.

We're gonna put him away for a long time.

Like you, he was like a brother to me.

Yeah, brother.

(♪♪♪)

WILL (On voice message): Hey, sweetheart, it's daddy .

Listen, about our little secret tomorrow.

Listen, sweetie, I've gotta cancel.

I'm really sorry.

It's this work thing got a little crazy,

but we'll reschedule, okay?

I love you.

And I'll talk to you soon.

(Phone key beeps)

WILL (On voice message): Hey, sweetheart, it's daddy.

Listen, about our little secret tomorrow.

Listen, sweetie, I've gotta cancel.

I'm really sorry.

It's this work thing got a little crazy,

but we'll reschedule, okay?

I love you.

And I'll talk to you soon.

- Okay, sweetheart. - I'm sorry, Anna.

WILL (On voice message): Bye .

You said he didn't call.

(♪♪♪)

WILL (On voice message): Hey, sweetheart, it's daddy .

Listen, about our little secret tomorrow.

Listen, sweetie, I've gotta cancel.

I'm really sorry.

It's this work thing got a little crazy...

(Whirring)

(Honking)

Will?

Will?

Will?

(Sighing)

Shit, man.

- It's good to see you. - Okay.

What the hell?

It's a long story,

but it all goes back to the document.

Document?

Okay, the warehouse, it's a hitless, Kurt.

I took a photo of it when no one was watching.

I decoded the first name and then I was taken out.

Slow down, you think someone's after you?

I woke up in a coffin!

- Yeah, I guess you did. - Yeah.

Listen, we need to call your director,

get him in.

No, no, look this is clearly bigger

than you and me, alright?

Uh, what we need to do first is

dip underneath the radar for a bit

and keep you safe.

Who else knows about this?

Who else do I trust?

Only you?

Well, why did you take an hour before meetin' me?

Where were you?

(Taking deep breaths)

I went to see my daughter.

- Did you talk to her? - Oof!

And say what?

I'm coming back from the dead?

Man, she's heartbroken.

Uh, work out why this is happening to me.

It's gonna be okay, alright?

You just gotta stay calm.

We need to take a breath

and analyze this whole thing before we respond, right?

- No, I don't we-- we-- - Together.

It's not time to be calm, okay?

We need to-- on this--

There are other people on this, it's a hit list.

The people on this list, they don't know this is coming.

I'm just trying to help, Will, alright?

I know, I know.

Let's just think about this for a second.

You say it's a hit list, who's up next?

Okay, so each line requires a key

and with each one I have to start anew.

So what I need is we gotta contact your director,

I'm gonna get in there, they've gotta provide

- protection. - No.

That's the only way I can break down this list.

- You cannot, you can't. - Kurt, Kurt,

back me on this, okay?

Just trust on this one.

I need to have that level of protection to get this done.

KURT: Will, Will.

And that way I can just focus, I'll have protection around me,

I'll get the job--

(Taking deep breaths)

(♪♪♪)

What's goin' on?

I'm sorry, Will.

You-- you're sorry.

Kurt, it's me.

What's happening?

I didn't want it to come to this, alright?

Get in the car.

What do they have on you?

Kurt, do they have one of your family?

Tell me what's happening.

We can fix this.

Please, don't make this more complicated

than it already is.

Do as I say and get in the car, alright?

Now, get in the damn car, I don't wanna hurt you!

You're not gonna shoot me

and these people, they need me alive.

You know that.

I got caught up in somethin', alright?

- Okay. - This is my only way out.

- Okay. - Alright?

Yeah.

I have to watch out for my family?

What about my family?

Your family will be safe as long as you do as I say.

Please, I'll explain everything.

You need to come with me, right?

I'm not the bad guy here.

WILL: I know.

So we screw them, okay?

You and me, okay?

We're gonna go into headquarters,

we're gonna explain it was a misunderstanding, okay?

You're gonna get protection--

No, it doesn't work that way.

(Taking deep breaths)

Get your hands up.

Get 'em up.

(Phone buzzing)

Hey.

Yes.

Yes, he's here with me.

I'll be there soon.

Understood.

Turn around.

What happened to the Kurt I knew?

Turn around.

How long you been playin' both sides?

Put your hands behind your back.

(♪♪♪)

Sorry, Will.

(♪♪♪)

(Grunting)

(Whirring)

(Tires screeching)

(Gunshot)

(Tires screeching)

(Gunshots)

(Tires screeching)

(Whirring)

Freeze, freeze, stop, stop!

FBI, FBI!

Get out of the car! Hurry the fuck up!

Get out!

(Whirring)

(Tires screeching)

(Vrooming)

(Honking)

(Tires screeching)

(Whirring)

(♪♪♪)

- (Bang) - (Honking)

(Car alarm ringing)

(Bang)

(Shattering)

(Thudding)

(Tires screeching)

(Car door alarm beeping)

(Grunting)

Kurt, Kurt.

- (Grunting) - Hey, hey, look at me.

Look at me, look at me.

Hey, hey, stay with me, stay with me.

(Grunting)

(Taking deep breaths)

No, don't.

(♪♪♪)

Rees.

Hey, I've been looking for you.

And Robert needs us, let's go.

Rees.

Somethin' wrong?

Just got back from the morgue.

Robert wanted me to check with his team of analysis

to see if there's any updates

regarding the unidentified suicide victim.

I saw.

Saw what?

I saw the remains of the bodies.

What was left of 'em.

Grief isn't gonna do anything for us.

There's one way to beat it, though.

You know what that is, don't you?

(♪♪♪)

I was 17 when I got the news my father passed.

Stabbed twice in the chest.

Left for dead in an alley right after Super Bowl.

I can't even begin to describe the pain I felt.

Life goes on.

Life just goes on.

It moves on with or without you.

Had to move forward.

I joined the police academy, I trained.

I trained hard in hopes of finding my father's killer.

And so I did.

(Sighing)

Look, Rees, I'm not gonna tell you

that you don't get to grieve.

Quite the contrary actually.

Look at me.

Use the pain.

You use the pain.

(Phone buzzing)

Hey, David, tell me.

What?

Peterson, you and Norville, headed to Boston, right?

What's the latest on Mais' MIT connection?

I'm sorry to interrupt, sir, but this is urgent.

Full report of my desk in the hour.

Dismissed.

What?

It's Kurt.

He was in--

(Crying)

ROBERT: What?

You telling me we lost another agent?

He was in pursuit of a suspect in downtown LA.

It was an accident, sir.

(Takes a deep breath)

(♪♪♪)

You said he was...

...in pursuit of a suspect.

Do we know who that suspect might be?

Negative, sir.

His behavior yesterday, it's like he was uh,

scared of something.

Sir.

Uh...

I'll take the responsibility of contacting his family, okay?

Um...

Pull traffic cam footage.

Uh, meet back here as soon as possible.

- Yes, sir. - Yeah.

I'm sorry, sir.

(Sobbing)

(♪♪♪)

(Traffic whooshing in distance)

(♪♪♪)

Still no face detection from this angle.

Kurt chases his own vehicle with the suspect's car,

it doesn't make any sense.

Yeah, there's a lack of fingerprints on the car.

We also interrogated the owner of the vehicle Kurt was driving.

He said Kurt held him at gunpoint.

Oh.

We all knew Kurt.

He was a stubborn man, never gave up easily.

ROBERT: Do you know I was thinking--

Can you play back about 30 seconds in?

P-- pause.

ANDRÉ: Fleeing an FBI agent,

only to spend the last few moments at his side,

that's vindictive behavior.

REES: If he was in danger,

then why didn't he call for backup?

It could have been a personal affair.

Or off-the-clock pissing contest gone too far.

ROBERT: Can't be.

These two look like a close pair.

Zoom in.

What do you see, Rees?

REES: Grief.

Regret.

Wait a second.

Is that Kurt's cryptographer guy, Will?

No, it can't be.

The guy died two days ago, that's impossible.

Okay, maybe so,

but we don't have any other leads.

I suggest we ask his family a few more questions.

Sir, with all due respect, that doesn't make any sense--

You got a better idea?

I didn't think so.

Let's go guys, huh?

Come on.

Let's go, Rees.

(Takes a deep breath)

CLAIRE: Yeah, it's in the repair shop.

No, I should have it back tomorrow afternoon.

(Doorbell rings)

Um, I'm gonna have to call you back.

(♪♪♪)