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♪ Whoo! Let me show you
what it feels like ♪

Red...

one?

Red one...

Red one.

Help!

♪ Ah ah, ah ah, ah-ah-ah-ah ♪

♪ Ah ah, ah ah, ah-ah

Okay, birthday girl.

Now, Chef Draluck needs to
know for the seafood dish

if you want shrimp and
grits or jerk catfish.

Can't we have both?

Oh, now, come on. You're
just being greedy.

Daddy, my 49th
birthday is tomorrow,

and I want everything
to be perfect.

Okay. I'll talk to him.Yay.

But he does need a
final head count,

especially since you
invited two hundred people.

Yes. That is because
I want everyone

who has ever been a
force of good in my life

to be at my party... Mm.

All my old boyfriends,
all my old girlfriends,

my third grade teacher
and that cute, little boy

who fixed the
sprinklers last week.

Okay, now, they both RSVP'd,

but eighty people
have yet to respond.

See, that's what I
hate about L.A...

People are so
Hollywood and trifling

when it comes to RSVPing.

People got to keep
their options open

in case something
better comes along.

Ha! What's better than
my birthday party?

Don't answer that. Let me see.

Okay, this girl
was always a flake,

so we can just scratch her out.

Laura Stensen said maybe?

Matthew Garza, no reply?

Ain't this a bitch?
Carter Hope said no.

Simone, language.

My own training agent is not
coming to my birthday party?

No, no, no, this
has to be a mistake.

You know what? I'm gonna get
my co-workers' confirmations

once I get to the office. Huh.

Bye, Daddy!

Bye.

So, my
jeweler made that

from a thirty year
old photograph

of a necklace that
Simone's mom used to wear.

Stunning. Right?

But you already gave
her a birthday gift.

In fact, several gifts...

Yeah, a birthday week, right?

One for each day. And
the necklace is today.

Tomorrow, coup de
grace. Amazing.

Aren't you worried that
giving Simone all these gifts

is a bit gauche?

Or as you Americans
say, thirsty?

Oh, girl, that will
look gorgeous on you.

What's the occasion? It's
for Simone's birthday.

Gift number six of seven.

From Brendon. Yeah.

Uh, Brendon, the Director's
address to the agency

is in ten minutes, but
he's always early, so...

Okay. We'll finish
this later. Bye.

Bye.

You think it's wise to show
your girlfriend jewelry

you bought another woman?
Simone's my best friend.

And Antoinette... She's
not a jealous type.

And she never even
wears jewelry.

Maybe that's because you
haven't gotten her any.

Right.

Oh, no, I'm sorry.
I'm saving this seat.

That's against the
rules. No, it's not.

Fine. But I won't forget this.

Oh, hey, boo. Thanks
for saving me a seat.

I may have just entered into a
blood feud with Dungey over it.

What is that?

What's what?

Fine.

I was gonna surprise you
later, but happy birthday eve.

You are doing too much.
You know that, right?

Hmm.

It's a recreation
of your mother's.

This was her favorite necklace.

It broke her heart
when she lost it.

Brendon... Ah!

Carter, you were right,

we do have the best
probies in the bureau.

We didn't even have to ask
you guys to save us a seat.

Oh, no, we didn't.We didn't.

Yeah, you did. Now, get
up and go stand over there

with the other agents with
no seniority. Come on.

Hey, are you still a
"maybe" for my party?

Yes. Well, I'm an FBI agent,

and I'm always on call,
so I'm always a maybe.

Are you still a
straight-up "no"?

Training agents shouldn't
party with their probies.

I appreciate that you
feel comfortable enough

to fraternize with
me, but no more.

We are resetting our boundaries.

Well, can we reset
our boundaries

after my birthday party?

No.

Hello, Los
Angeles agents.

Unfortunately, there's
going to be a slight delay

before my remarks.

Matt, uh, can I steal
you and your team?

Yeah. Of course. Let's go.

Early this morning, an
old friend of mine...

Supervisory Special
Agent Neal Wizaro...

Was found stumbling through
the desert outside of Vegas.

Now, he claims that
he was buried alive,

with no memory of how he got
there or of the last 24 hours.

Sounds like one
hell of a bender.

So either he's lying to cover

an epic night of
lawlessness or...

Or someone attempted
to murder an FBI agent.

Jack, isn't this a matter for
the Internal Investigation Unit?

Neal's in the IIU. They
can't investigate themselves.

And that is why I need a
team who can be discreet.

Question, IIU is based in D.C.

What was Neal doing in Nevada?

He was conducting a
routine vehicle inspection

at a substation in
Calexico, California.

That's a roll of
the dice from Vegas.

I mean, maybe he could have
been up there partying.

Perhaps. But what
happened next?

That's what I need you
to find out. Quietly.

They're bringing him in now.

We're on it, Jack. Thanks.

Thank you all.Yeah.

Jack was my S-A-C in Atlanta.
He's the best boss I ever had.

We are not gonna let him down.

I want zero leaks
on this, understood?

So Neal Wizaro went
full hangover in Vegas.

Should be a fun case.

Assistant network, tío. I
knew before the Director did.

Okay. Carter, Simone,
retrace Neal's steps,

find out what he did
and who he did it with.

Take the jet. A
private jet to Vegas?

Happy birthday to me.

This is a work
assignment, Simone.

Oh, I know. But anything
could happen, Carter.

I mean, what if I have to
go undercover as a showgirl?

Send Laura and
Brendon. Please?

Go.Matt?

Now.

You two, do a deep
dive on this guy, okay?

Use the assistants' network.
But also talk to his colleagues.

I want to know what is
notin his file, okay?

What do you think?

I think we're gonna find out

either our director's
BFF is a liar

or something much worse.

You don't
remember anything?

No.No sounds?
Smells? Sensations?

Only two words. The color
red, the number one.

"Red one."

Okay? I have no idea
what the significance is.

It's... It's just that
it's... It's stuck in my head.

Could it be a street
name for heroin?

No, no. I've never
shot up in my life.

I don't know what this is,
okay? I-I only know "red one."

Okay, just tell us
what you do remember.

I-I went to Vegas, okay...

Which for the record is
not against FBI policy.

I checked into
the Pharaoh hotel.

I ended up at the bar...

Did you get drunk, Neal? Do
you have a history of that?

No. I mean, I like to
have a good time, sure,

but no, nothing like this.
Look, I-I was in Vegas, okay?

Right.

I think I met some
women at the bar.

And the next thing I remember,
I woke up in the desert.

Literally. Okay, who
were these women?

I honestly can't remember.

But I'm pretty
sure they were hot.

Sorry. I know.
That's not helpful.

Come in.

I was told you needed someone
to have a full tox screen.

Yeah. Thank you. List him as
a John Doe for now, please.

No problem. I can
draw his blood here,

and then someone will
just need to observe him

as he gives a urine
and stool sample.

Oh, not it.

Got it.

That was Laura. Supposedly,
all Neal remembers

is drinking at the hotel
bar with some women

and the words "red one."

Well, red one is a pocket
on the roulette wheel.

Maybe Neal's wild night
included some gambling.

Yeah. What about you, Carter?

You ever have a wild night?

I have a strict two
drink maximum policy.

Mm. Well...

there is an open bar
at my birthday party,

so if you have three
drinks, I won't squeal.

I told you I'm not coming.
We'll see about that.

Do you always have huge
parties for your birthdays? No.

So why not wait
until your fiftieth?

What's so special
about forty-nine?

Come tomorrow and find out.

Simone, it's nothing personal,
but you're my trainee.

One day I may have to fire
you. And I can't let the fact

that we once did the
cha-cha slide at a party

cloud my impartiality.

You cha-cha slide? No,
I do a lot of things.

Okay, but do you party, Carter?

Do you even celebrate
your own birthday?

What's to celebrate after
the big twenty-five?

What's so special
about twenty-five?

You get better rates
on car rentals.

You're serious?

Okay. You definitely
need to come to my party.

According to the
computer, he's still checked in.

You don't remember him?

But you said you got a noise
complaint from his room.

All I get is complaints.

Just once I wish someone
would call to say "hi."

Or "nice job."
"Love your hair"...

Any surveillance
cameras in here?

In the casino, yes.

But our clientele
value their privacy.

Mr. Wizaro's room.

W-Where are you going?

Oh, I don't go into
guest rooms anymore.

I've walked into one
too many nightmares.

Good luck.

Wow. This is a damn shame.

Just ignorant for no reason.

What?

The hell...

Relax, Carter.

It's not Godzilla.

Just a lizard on his
way to the opera.

Who put a hat on him?

FBI. We're coming in.

Finally. Oh, my God. That was
close. Where have you guys been?

I've been told the bomb squad's
gonna be here hours ago.

Bomb squad? What the
hell is going on?

You don't know? This
is a briefcase nuke.

If I move even just an
inch, we're all gonna die.

Let me
get this straight.

You think there's a nuclear
bomb in this briefcase?

If I don't hold it
at a 90-degree angle

above my chest, it'll blow.

How long have you
been holding it?

Nine hours and...
fourteen minutes.

Oy. Okay, so,

suitcase nukes are real.

Briefcase nukes?
No such thing.

It's too small of a container.

Oh, really? Look
at the monogram...

N-W. Stands for nuclear war.

Or Neal Wizaro.

Baby, I'm sorry
to tell you this,

but you've been punked.

No, no... Aah!

See?

No ka-boom.

So who are you?

I'm Sam Schroder.
I'm a senior at UNLV.

And why are you here?

I lost all my money
at the casino.

And I was walking
down the hallway

just looking for a good time,
and, oh, my God, did I find one.

Party girls, pills, booze.

Then this guy brings me back
here, and he says he's FBI

and, uh, says that there's
a, uh, national emergency.

He wanted you to hold
a briefcase nuke?

He showed me how to hold it,

and then he said
wait for backup,

and then he just left. So
you were here the whole time?

You know what
happened at the party?

Not really. I was just
here in the hurt locker

holding that stupid case,
but I think about an hour,

everyone left. It got quiet.

Who is everyone? I have no idea.

Wait. Actually, this one chick

gave me her number
when I came in...

Mandy.

♪ You won't behave and that's
just the way I like to play ♪

That's Mandy.

♪ Bad in the week in
bed on the weekend ♪

♪ That's where
you like to stay ♪

♪ I'm gonna take my time

Mandy, wait. I
just want to talk.

I'm busy.

I don't care about
your business.

Just the man you
were with last night.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Of course you do. Don't
even think about it.

Alright, fine. What
do you want to know?

Do the words "red one"
mean anything to you?

Nope. Neal Wizaro.

Why was he left for
dead in the desert?

Okay, look, I don't know
anything about that.

Well, then, what
do you know about?

All I know is that his
friend paid me some money

to show him a good time.

And... And he gave me some
molly to slip into his drink.

Oh, you drugged him? No. No, no.

No, I helped him, okay?

That dude was uptight.
And me and my friends...

We just got him some drinks
at the bar to loosen him up,

and then we took the party
up to his room, okay?

Things got a little too
nuts, and so we bounced.

The friend who
paid for the party?

What's his name?

I don't know. They're
all Johns to me, okay?

He left right after he paid.

Didn't even want to
wild out with us.

You might not know his name,
but you damn sure know his face.

We're going to a sketch
artist right now. Let's go.

Neal's had
quite the career.

Worked hostage rescue,
national security,

counterterrorism.
Real superstar.

Until he broke his back in a
helicopter crash four years ago.

So he should have been forced
out on medical retirement,

but somehow, his
pal, the Director,

pulled some strings
to keep him on.

But the only
investigative assignment

he was fit for was IIU.

Which is where agents go to die.

One of the assistants over there
said Neal was going stir-crazy.

You know, it sounds
like he just wanted

to feel something again.
Like the old days.

Perhaps he just wanted one
night where he could forget

that he's neither the man
or agent he used to be.

I think there might
be more to it.

I got Neal's tox report back.

He tested positive for
alcohol, no surprise.

And two party
drugs... MDMA and LSD.

Damn, he went full Burning Man.

But then it gets weird.

He also had sodium
pentothal in his system.

Truth serum? Yes. It
gets its users talking,

but leaves them with no memory.

It's not much of a
party drug, though.

No, but it's a great way to pry
secrets out of someone's head.

I told you I can't remember
anything after the bar.

You need to. You're a
trained operative, Neal.

You had to have
noticed something.

Well, if I did, I
would have told you.

Surveillance footage
shows that the sex workers

were back on the casino
floor later that night,

so they didn't do this to you.

Which means someone got into
your hotel room afterwards

and pumped you full of LSD
and sodium pentothal...

Old-school truth serum. I'm
aware of what it's used for.

Well, people don't just have
that cocktail lying around, Neal.

So you were targeted...

Yeah, you think I
don't know that...

Listen to what I'm
saying to you, Neal.

You were targeted,
then you were drugged,

and then you were interrogated,
which means you talked.

25 years working
ghost ops in the FBI.

Do you have any idea
how many secrets

I have rattling
around in my brain?

I know where the
bodies are buried

because I dug the graves.

I have no idea what I
might have given up.

We got a sketch of the guy
who instigated all this.

Show him.

Special Agent Tom Mathis.

That's the guy I was sent
from D.C. to investigate.

He works at the Calexico field
office down near the border.

That's him? Yeah.

I'm sending Laura and
Brendon down there,

figure out what the
hell is going on here.

Are you
serious right now?

Oh, my... You said
you could deliver.

Yeah...

Okay. Yeah, fine.
Thanks for trying.

What was that all
about?

It was my old publicist.

He said he could get Lizzo
to call Simone tomorrow,

sing her happy birthday.

Lizzo like the singer?

Yeah. She's Simone's favorite.

It's a no-go on Lizzo.

Okay, Brendon, I know
you pride yourself

on being the best present giver,

but aren't seven
presents a bit much?

What are you getting at? I
think when it comes to Simone,

you overcompensate a lot.
I think you're wrong.

No, I'm not.

Ooh.

Oh, hey.

That must be the bureau car
Neal was sent to investigate.

It's crazy to me that
the government spends

so much money to fly
someone all the way out here

just to investigate
a fender bender.

Well, it's not just a
fender bender, right?

Oh, right. Because Mathis
had his girlfriend in the car

when he got into the accident.
Which is a no-no, why?

Because agents are not
allowed to use Bu cars

for personal reasons. Yes.

But isn't it just
a slap on the wrist

when someone does
something like that? Yeah.

So I wonder why Tom
wanted to kill Neal.

Uh-oh, here come the Feds.

Oh, hey, what gave us away?

Well, game recognizes game.

I'm Tom. Oh, hey.

The entire FBI contingent
here in Calexico.

We're small, but mighty.
I'm Laura. This is Brendon.

We're here from the
Los Angeles office.

L.A. Usually the only thing

we get rolling through
here are tumbleweeds.

Oh, we're actually
not rolling through.

We need to, uh, talk
to you about something.

Sure. Yeah. W-What's up?

This is a conversation
that best be had inside.

Okay.

Come on in.

Neal Wizaro
was here yesterday

to investigate
your car accident.

Can you tell us
about that visit?

Nothing interesting.

Oh, no... he didn't get in
trouble in Vegas, did he?

What makes you say
that?

I don't know the guy, but
he seemed pretty down.

Any idea why?

Ex-wife, crappy job assignment,
bad back, you name it.

Said he wanted to go to Vegas
after and blow off some steam.

And did you go with him?
I followed him there.

Not in my Bu car, though.
I learned that lesson.

Neal said he wanted me to
show him around Sin City.

Oh, by show him around, you mean

"hire a sex worker to
dose him with molly,

take him out partying"?

That is not at
all what happened.

Hmm. So what did happen?

Neal was, uh...
looking for trouble.

What kind of trouble?
The sexy kind

that slinks up next
to you at a bar,

looking to drum up business.

I tried to warn him against it,

but he wasn't in the mood
to listen. So I went home.

Any drugs he did after that,
I had nothing to do with.

Tom, I thought you said

you worked here alone. I do.

Then what's with the
three coffee cups?

Sorry. I'm
not used to having guests.

Hey, hey.

They're still warm.

Tom, who's here with you?

Uh, look, this isn't
really a good time...

Take cover.

Cuff him!

Put the gun down! Drop it!

Now!

Hey! Hands behind your back!

Stay right here,
stay right here!

Hands behind your back.

This is Special
Agent Laura Stensen.

I need police and an ambulance

at the Calexico field
office on Route 7...

Okay. I can explain that.

Look, I don't know
about you guys,

but I joined the
FBI for the action.

Well, Tom, you sure
found some today.

Yeah. And I'm
sorry about that.

But I'm stuck at the most
boring substation in the world.

I mean, there's
nobody to talk to.

There's nothing to do.

So you decided to start
running drugs for a cartel?

You know, there
are other hobbies.

None that pay as
good as they do.

So with your credentials
and your bureau car,

you were able to go across
the border back and forth

without any questions, yeah?
Pretty good side hustle.

Until Neal showed up to
investigate your fender bender.

Yeah. He was on
me from the jump.

I had no idea.

Neal said he wanted
to go to Vegas,

but he was gonna return the
next day to inspect my car.

I knew that's when he'd find
the hollowed-out bumper.

So you weren't onto him at all?

I've worked covert ops,

high value prisoner
interrogations.

I've broken terror suspects. I
couldn't tell this chucklehead

was running dope
from his Bu car?

What the hell happened to me?

So I figured if I
caught Neal on video

in some compromising positions,

maybe I could blackmail
him into keeping quiet.

So I hired Mandy to hook
him up with pills and girls,

and I videoed him
from the hotel bar.

Alright, well, let's talk about
the sodium pentothal and LSD?

What are you talking about?

Neal was injected
with the truth serum

and left for dead in the desert.

Not... Not by me.

Look, I-I filmed
Neal at the bar.

Once he went up to his room
with the girls, I drove home.

The... The, uh... The
valet at the hotel...

I paid him two hundred bucks

to call me the moment
Neal picked up his car.

So you'd know when he was
coming back to Calexico

to investigate your car?

Yeah, check my
cellphone records.

I had a drug run over the
border this afternoon.

I called every single
half-hour to make sure

that Neal's car was still
in that hotel parking lot.

Now, why the hell would I do
that if I thought he was dead?

Wait.

If he isn't the one who
tried to bury me alive...

Who the hell did?

Looks like we are back
to square one, Neal.

Thanks for calling us.

Miracle we found it.

How did he survive this?

Look at the shape of the grave.

Like he was in the
fetal position.

That could have created a small
air pocket for him to breathe.

For what, five minutes?

He had to have woken up

right after whoever
buried him drove off.

We heard you found
some evidence.

Just a few things in the sand.

Wallet, FBI credentials.

And this...

An old-school lighter.

But Neal's file said
he didn't smoke.

The guys who put him in
the ground might have.

We're gonna need to get
this dusted for prints ASAP.

The
Director wants an update.

So what don't I know?

Just scrubbing through the video

that Tom took of
Neal at the bar.

Anything jump out at you?

I'm happy to be sober.

Alright. Thank
you. Thank you.

Hey, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa. Hang on.

Go back ten seconds.

What is it?

Those two guys... Are
they watching Neal?

Let me zoom in.

Maybe they're watching
her. The guy on the right.

What's in his hand?
Can you zoom in?

Elena... I'm already on it.

There you go.

It's the same lighter as
the one found in the grave.

These two guys are our suspects.

Keep playing it
now. It looks like

they were talking to each other.

They're too far away
to hear anything.

I know someone who can help.

The one with
the lighter... he said,

"How long do we wait?"

The other one responded,

"Be patient, Rid One.

Not until he's alone."

Rid One? Are you sure?

Did I stutter?

Oh. Uh, no, no. Sorry,
Fletcher. Uh, no.

The one on the left calls
the one on the right Rid One.

Maybe it's a nickname?

So Neal misremembered red one,

when really it was rid one.

No, not rid one...

"Not rid one."

Ridwan. It's a Saudi name.

And thousands of
people have it...

So we need to get to work.

Hey.

Can we go home now?

Garza wants us to stay put

in case Ridwan is
still here in Vegas.

So... room key.

So we're off duty?

Excuse me. Can I get
an Amaretto Sour?

I'm headed to bed. Good night.

Carter, look at your watch.

It's 12:04.

Happy birthday.

Thank you. Good night.

Thank you.

You okay?

Oh, yeah. My drink is great.

Not that. Do you...
want me to stay?

What about your new boundaries?

They're still there. But,
you know... it's your day.

Listen, I got to know... Why
is your forty-ninth birthday

so important?

Because my mother
didn't make it to hers.

She passed away when
she was forty-eight.

When my father was incarcerated,

she held our family
together single-handedly.

Must have taken a toll on her.

The worry, the
stress? Oh, yeah.

But she did it for me
so I could see this day

and all the other days
I have in front of me.

So if you're worried
that I'm sad, don't be.

This is gonna be the
best birthday ever.

Mm! And fun fact...

I always have the best
luck on my birthday.

No, no, no. Seriously,
Carter, i-it's a thing.

There's no such thing as luck.

Give me a dollar and
let me prove you wrong.

Watch me work.

See? It's not luck, it's odds.

And the chance of
winning a jackpot

are like a million to one.

It's your negative energy
that's blocking my blessings,

Agent "Cooler."

Good night, Carter.

Uh... And thank you.

Good night.

Oh! Oh, I won!

It's my birthday!

♪ We came to play

♪ We came to play

Oh, my God!♪ We came to play

Okay. Yes. Thank
you for trying.

Mm-hmm.

No luck finding a
replacement gift for Simone?

No. No, no, no.

Hey, you're not, um, like...

jealous about any
of this, right?

Jealous? Yeah.

No. Okay.

I'm worried.

Laura says I'm overcompensating.

She's not wrong.

Do you want to tell me
what it is with you two?

Quantico was a... Was
a nightmare for me.

I know. No, but what
I didn't tell you

is that I wanted
to quit every day

or go get loaded or... or both.

It was that bad? Yeah, yeah.

Nobody cared, nobody helped.

You know, I was... I was a joke.

And then there's
Simone, you know, who...

she took care of me, you know?

Everything that's good in
my life... everything...

You, this job... because of her.

And I...

I just feel like
I'm in her debt.

You just want to show
your appreciation?

Yeah. Mon amour,

for someone with
such a healthy ego,

you sure do sell yourself short.

What do you mean?

You don't owe anyone anything.

And I'm 100% certain

Simone would say the same thing.

So cut yourself some slack.

Oh.

Break in the
case. I got to go.

I'll see you later at the party.

I'll be the one in
the fabulous dress.

Thank you.

Bye.

Yo, yo.

Good morning.

Hey. Any update?

We got Ridwan's full name.

Okay. Well...

Simone, last night
was so much fun.

Happy birthday.

Thank you, girl.

Okay. What's his full name?

Ridwan Al Nassar.

He flew into the States from
Saudi Arabia two days ago.

Well, where is he now? Seattle.

Took a red eye out last
night. But we don't know why.

But the local field
office is on alert,

which means we get to go home.

There's our b-day girl.
We'll see you at your party.

Yes, you will, lovebirds.

What happened after
I left the bar?

Nothing.

Hey!

This is one of the two men who
drugged you and left you for dead.

His name is Ridwan Al Nassar.

I have no idea who that is. I
still can't remember anything.

No, no. That's not true, Neal.

You remembered "red one,"
even though it was Ridwan.

Which tells us that
you do have the ability

to access buried memories.

So you up for an experiment?

What kind of
experiment? Have a seat.

I did some research,

and full-on memory blackouts
aren't that common.

They're usually
fragmentary blackouts.

So you think there's a way
to recall those fragments?

It's called
context-dependent recall.

Our brains are making
notes all the time...

Smells, music, the
layout of a room.

All of these encode the context
of a memory into your brain.

So the theory is, if you
re-create the context clues,

it can trigger a memory.

These photos are
the context clues?

Yeah. The hotel. Your room.

Please tell me I didn't
hurt this iguana.

Actually, it's a
Chinese water dragon...

And it's fine.

How about those two women?

No. I don't recognize them.

How about those two men?

This lighter...

It was a clicking.
It kept clicking.

Close your eyes. Picture it.

He's, uh...

He's, uh... He's in
my head. He's probing.

He's looking for a name.

Who? I don't know,
but I gave it to him.

What was the name?

Erin. Erin. Erin Moore.

Oh, my God. Who is Erin Moore?

She's a U.S. Marshal.

She's retired
now. Lives in Seattle.

Seattle. Ridwan
flew there last night.

This must be his next target.
Get HRT to her house right now.

S-She was the liaison on one
of my cases over ten years ago.

Geoffrey Kerkhoff. Kerkhoff,

the Afrikaner mercenary? Yeah.

He's wanted in three countries.

Committed war crimes
in the Balkans,

the Arabian Peninsula...

Until he became a
double agent for us.

I worked him.

He gave up a massive terror
plot he was hired for.

Turned on his own men.

In exchange for a new name and
identity courtesy of WITSEC.

Yeah. I handed him to Erin
myself. She placed him.

Which means she knows
this new identity...

An identity Ridwan
is definitely after.

Okay, I'm on live
with Seattle HRT.

This is
Seattle Bravo Team.

Entering the bedroom now.

We have one female, bound.

Checking her pulse.

I got her killed.

She's gone.

Does she have any
needle marks on her arm?

Affirmative.

Okay, Ridwan must have gotten
Kerkhoff's new identity

off of her, and now he's
on his way to kill him.

I need that address right now.

What a lovely family.

But let us not forget what
he has done to our families.

Yours in the Balkans.

Ours in Riyadh.

Let's go.

Cover the back. Make
sure no one escapes.

Come here. Hey, hey,
hey. Hey, not fair.

Dad! Hey. What,

you can't beat an old man?

Hey. Not in the kitchen.

It was Lindsey's idea.
It was Dad's idea.

Both of you, get
ready for dinner.

You are the worst, Sid.

That is why you
married me. Come here.

What?

Take Lindsey, go upstairs, hide.

What's wrong? Do it.

♪ He says, "I'm doing fine ♪

♪ I'm on my third
glass of wine ♪

♪ Here, take a ride
upon my magical hide" ♪

♪ So we went
through the trees ♪

♪ And then the
forest and streams ♪

♪ Don't ya kno-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-w ♪

Split
up, check every room.

Laura, Brendon,
you take the back.

Carter, Simone, you're with me.

Yeah, let's go.

Aah!

Drop it! Hands
above your head!

Hey! Put it down! Turn around!

Hands up!

One in custody.

No, no, no, no! Drop the gun.

Drop it, Geoffrey. Not
until my family's safe.

Let us handle
this. Not a chance.

Don't. Keep the gun down.

Give it to me.

Please save my family.

We got Geoffrey. Who's got eyes
on the wife and the daughter?

Why are
you doing this?

Ask your husband.

This is about Sid?

That is not his name.

What do you mean?

His real name is
Geoffrey Kerkhoff.

I don't understand.

My sister was your age when
your father cut her down.

He murdered dozens of
people over the years

before the FBI forgave him for
his sins when it suited them.

But now he will watch you die.

Oh, no!

The way he made me watch.

I hear voices
at the end of the hall.

Give it up! Geoffrey
still alive?

Yes.

Good. Tell him
what I did here.

No!

Agent down, agent
down! Go, go, go, go!

Hey. Simone. Simone.

Come here. Simone,
Simone, Simone?

Check her out. Is she okay?

Can't find an entry point.Hey.

Simone, Simone, can you
hear me? You okay? You okay?

Simone? Can you hear me?!

Damn!

Why are you shouting?

I told you, I am always
lucky on my birthday.

Come on. Get up. Ooh, ooh, ooh.

Wait, wait, wait.
Go slow, go slow.

I looked into it,
Jack. All those years ago...

You were the one who authorized
the deal with Geoffrey Kerkhoff.

Put him in WITSEC. I did.

After all the
lives he destroyed?

He gave us vital intel
which saved American lives.

In exchange, you put a
monster in Agoura Hills.

What if he had a bad day, Jack?

Snapped on his wife?
Or that little girl?

Well, Matt, it's not like
you've never made a deal

with a bad guy to
get a bigger bad guy.

Not like this.

Tell me something, Jack...

How many Geoffrey Kerkhoffs
have we made deals with?

As many as we've had to.

You okay with that?

Great work, Matt.

Please extend my
thanks to your team.

Of course.

Ooh, ooh, ooh. Okay.
Sit down. Take it easy.

That bruise is real.Yeah.

I'm black and all
shades of blue.

Sorry. Oh.

Oh, shoot. What time is it?

Uh, it's just before 9:00.

Hey, Daddy.

Hey, girl. Hey.

Girl, where are you?

I mean, the venue
is at capacity,

people are getting
their party on,

and the woman of honor
is not even here.

Well, um, Daddy,
something kind of happened

at work today.

I got shot.

You got what? But
it... it... it's okay.

I'm okay. Brendon,
tell him I'm okay.

Uh, hey. Hey, Cutty.
Yeah, no, s-she's fine.

The, um... The vest
stopped the bullet.

Daddy, don't let
anybody leave, okay?

I'm gonna freshen up,
and then I'm on my way.

Okay. Uh, a-are you sure?

Never been more.

I love you, baby girl.

I love you, too, Daddy.

Oh, um, another thing.

The last birthday gift
I was gonna give you,

it kind of fell through,
which is annoying...

B. Stop it. I...

I know giving gifts is your
love language, but enough.

I know. It was just...
It was gonna be special.

Hey, listen. I'm sorry.

You are so sweet.

And everything you have
given me has been amazing.

You're my best friend,

and I get to work
with you every day

on a job I love.

That's the gift.

Come on.

Doc signed your release papers.

Alright. Sure you're okay?

Is there anything you need?

As a matter of fact,

there is one thing.

So, who are the good guys here?

That's a great question, Elena.

I wish I had a great
answer for you.

Do you need
something, Antoinette?

Sorry. I was told
to come here.

You were? By whom?

By me.

What's all the long
faces for on my birthday?

It's not like any
of you got shot.

How you doing? Are you okay?

I'm sore, but I'm good.

And, Boss, why wouldn't I
be? I got to go to Vegas.

Disarm a briefcase nuke.

Win twenty-five thousand
dollars playing slots...

Is that what happened?

Save an innocent lady
and her daughter.

And I get to work with
you beautiful people.

I mean, what's not to love?

And even though I'm fashionably
late for my birthday party,

I'm not showing up alone.

Because all of you
are coming with me.

Uh, uh... Uh, uh,
yeah, I gotta...

Oh, and, Boss, why
didn't you ever respond

to my invitation?

I don't like crowds.

Oh, you're gonna love
this one. You're going.

And, you. Your "maybe" just
turned into a "hell yes."

No excuses.

You, my ride or die? I
know you're gonna be there.

With your beautiful
French paramour.

Absolument.

Girl, you are always
down for anything.

And, you.

Special Agent Carter Hope.Hmm.

You are gonna reset
boundaries tomorrow,

because tonight, you're
gonna celebrate the lady

who has come into your tidy life

and finally made it exciting.

Easier to just fire you.

Well, that's a
problem for tomorrow.

Tonight, you're gonna let loose,
have at least three drinks,

and join me on the floor
for the cha-cha slide.

Let's go, y'all.

Did she just say something
about a "briefcase nuke"?

Man, I can't stop thinking about
the twenty-five grand she won.

After shooting craps, I
got it up to almost thirty.

What? Oww.

♪ Everybody on the
late-night shift ♪

♪ Everybody on a
drinking crisis ♪

♪ No one really cares
about my nightmares ♪

♪ But it's nothing you
should worry yourself about ♪

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