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Did you think that I
wouldn't find out about this?

Dr. Roga, what a nice surprise.

- What can I help you with?
- Zeta Interacting Protein.

The drug we designed
to help people with PTSD

selectively erase memories?

When Dale and I learned it was fatal,

it should've been destroyed,
but these documents show

that sales were made
after the disposal date.

If ZIP is out there
killing people, it's on us.

Where did you get these?

You assured us that you
would do the right thing.

Dr. Roga, those responsible
for the unauthorized sale

of our remaining ZIP samples...
a blatantly criminal act...

have been dealt with to the
fullest extent of the law.

Did we keep it quiet? Yes.

And our lawyers more than earned
their money to keep it that way.

But I can assure that all of
this is very much in the past.

So, while I appreciate
your taking the initiative,

you really have nothing further
to worry about.

Well, I better not, because
if I find anything else...

You won't. We narrowly escaped

a potentially calamitous
situation before,

and we won't put ourselves
in that kind of jeopardy again.

And I'm glad you had the
courage to bring this to me.

This company needs
more people like you.

Drive and integrity

will get you pretty far around here.

Was there anything else?

- No.
- Good.

Well...

If you don't mind, I...

Thank you.

Roga knows.

I don't know.

But it's time to take care of her.

And her assistant.

There you are.

I've been looking for you everywhere.

Ugh...

You okay?

It's-It's these headaches.

I'm just... hiding out, I guess.

Go home. You don't have to be here.

After everything you've been through...

No, I do.

If only to apologize for what I did.

What Remi did, you mean.

Remi's gone.

Except that I have all
of her memories now.

And-And more all of the time.

It's-It's like I woke up
from this nightmare

where I watched myself do terrible
things to the people I love.

Except it wasn't a nightmare.
It really happened.

Rich and Patterson, I mean, they
welcomed you back with open arms.

Zapata just got perp-walked
through the FBI in shackles.

She used to be as much a part
of this team as I am.

- Why should I get special treatment?
- You don't.

She chose her own path.

You didn't.

It's Patterson. Your results are in.

Hey, I got your text.
What's the verdict on Jane?

Well, we can't just break
the sacred bond

of doctor-patient confidentiality.

- You're not a doctor.
- Please don't tell my mother.

We're gonna wait for Jane and Weller.

How's it going with Zapata?

- Still not saying a word.
- Sounds like her.

How are you doing with everything?

We'll get to the bottom of it.

That's not what I meant.

I know.

Hey. What do you got?

Well, it's conclusive.

Your N-CRIPT procedure was a success.

You're 100% you.

Science is real!

But as we suspected,
in addition to having

all of your own memories back again,

you'll also be living
with Remi's memories too.

Her "Remories," if you will.

It'll take some getting used to.

We're just glad to have you back.

Thank you, all of you,
for-for everything.

Look, I-I just want to...

I want to say I-I'm...

I'm so sorry for everything I did.

You weren't you.

Yeah, think of Remi

as a symptom of your illness,

like a skin rash
or... traveler's diarrhea.

- Rich.
- What?

Won't Weitz demand
accountability for what I did?

Well, he'll be happy
once I show him these results.

He really just wants to wash
his hands of this and move on.

Well, I should get back.
See if I can get Zapata to talk.

Uh, thanks for the update.

- We should get going too.
- Yeah.

Hey.

Wait. Sorry.

We do need to talk about
the elephant in the room.

The N-CRIPT procedure

brought your memories
and personality back, but...

The ZIP in my system
is still killing me.

I'm not sure Roman found
anything but dead-ends.

The last time we were together,
he was looking into the work

of this person named... Kallisto.

Maybe it's nothing,
but Shepherd told me about

a scientist named Kallisto
that Roman was looking into.

It's not much, but it might help.

- Yeah, we'll look into it.
- Thanks.

Lying to the FBI and the CIA.

Sabotaging an active investigation.

Aiding and abetting a suspected felon

in her operations of a known
criminal organization.

Home invasion. My home, by the way.

Assaulting an officer
of the law in said home.

Stealing official documents.

Am I forgetting anything?

Look, we both know how this goes.

I come in hot. You stonewall.

I empathize a little bit.
Offer you something.

You counter, maybe let too much slip,

and we're off to the races.

But you have absolutely
no room to maneuver here,

and eventually I get what I want.

So why don't we just cut to the
part where you tell me everything?

All right, well,
I got a stack of paperwork

to get to, so I'll see
you in a few hours.

I want to talk to Keaton.

I thought he fired you.
You saying he didn't?

If you think somehow he's
your ticket out of this,

I'm sorry to tell you,
but you're wrong.

Why?

He's in a coma.

You're lying. I want to speak to him.

Believe what you want. He's not coming.

You want to talk
to somebody, talk to me.

Or you could sit here and say nothing.

That's fine. I got all day.

- Where I'd Del Toro?
- In Toronto.

I'll set up a meeting.
Friday, 6:00 a.m.

Don't be late.

Me too.

So, in order to save Jane's life,

we have to solve "Kallisto."

Okay, Kallisto. Uh, moon of Jupiter?

Boring! I'm bored.

The real action is in Greek mythology

where she appears to be
quite the little nymph.

It's a term meaning
"nature spirit," okay?

Get your mind out of the gutter.

Okay, here she is with Jupiter,

who is disguised as Diana.

Not cool, Jupiter.

The gods transformed Kallisto
into a bear,

- which is totally normal.
- Yeah.

And then, just before
she was about to be killed,

she was placed
into the heavens by Zeus,

and then turned into the
constellation Ursa Major.

Hmm, I love a good deus ex machina.

Wait a second, bring
up Roman's data cache.

Okay, uh, Ursa Major.

Grizzly.

"Bear" with me. I think we got a match.

Okay, let's try... "Callisto."

- Ugh.
- "Paws."

Huh? Bear, again.

Uh, try it with a "K."
It's more exotic.

"Kallisto."

- Hey!
- Hey!

Okay, well, Kallisto's
gotta be a pretty big part

of Roman's plan
if it's in the data cache.

A big part of Ursa Major...

is the Big Dipper.

That's a bit of a reach, but...

Ugh!

Roman used a more obscure
spelling of Kallisto.

Maybe he used a more obscure
name for the Big Dipper.

Shove a bum, chum.

- Ergo...
- What?

The plough? Who even calls it that?

British people. They got
different names for everything.

Chips? Crisps?

Who knows what the hell
they're talking about?

- Ha! Ha ha!
- Hey!

Okay.

Dr. Nora Lee Roga.

Let's see if you can save Jane's life.

Oh, no. This is so not good.

Okay, so we've got good news
and terrible news

that makes the good news moot.

- What is it?
- Roman identified Dr. Nora Lee Roga,

the creator of ZIP,
as the sole key to a cure.

The terrible news? It is...

She died two years ago.

Taking Jane's cure with her.

Okay, so the only doctor

that could possibly cure Jane is dead.

- Now what?
- What do we know about her?

56, deeply respected in her field,

employed for 11 years
at Kearns Pharmaceuticals,

died in a car crash
two years ago, has a son.

Looks like science runs in the family.

Clay Roga is
an adjunct biology professor

at New York Metro University.

In fact, he lived
in his mother's basement

while he got his advanced degree.

Millennials, am I right?

Clay might know something
about his mom's work.

I'll reach out to him,
see what he can tell us.

And I'll send someone over
to Kearns Pharmaceuticals,

see what the doctor
was up to before she died.

Okay, we'll keep digging
into this file.

Officer Larren, how can I help you?

Oh, I think you have something of mine.

What, I steal one of your
pens last time? Help yourself.

You're holding Tasha Zapata
here at the FBI

instead of handing her over
to the CIA where she belongs.

Clearly an error was made.
It can happen.

I'm here to see that you fix it.

Zapata is the subject of an
ongoing FBI investigation

and she won't be going
anywhere with you,

or anyone else until I'm done with her.

I don't even know why
I am talking to you.

Well, at least we agree on something.

- Didn't Weitz suspend you?
- Yes.

And then he un-suspended me.

So, unless there's something else,

I kind of have a lot
on my plate right now, so...

I will be back later today
with the authority

to take that woman into CIA custody,

and I expect your full
and complete cooperation.

You get that authority
and you will have it.

You know, the CIA director's very
good friends with both the AG

and the director
of national intelligence.

They might want to weigh-in
on this little situation.

So, whatever this investigation is,

you better finish it fast.

It's good to see you, Sabrina.
Thanks for the heads-up.

I'm still a little confused
about why I'm here.

Am I in some kind of trouble?

Any reason you would be?

Uh, no, not that I know of.

We're just following some leads
on your mom's research.

What do you know about
Zeta Interacting Protein, ZIP?

- Your mother worked on it, right?
- Uh, yeah.

Well, she didn't really
talk much about her work.

I mean, she was
a great scientist, but I...

she just kind of wanted to
be a mom for me, you know?

- So you were close?
- Yeah.

Did you follow in her footsteps?

I tried.

When she died, I almost dropped out.

But I'm trying to honor her
in my own way,

working in the field she loved.

- It sounds like you're a good son.
- You should take a look at this.

She always made time for me,

even when things were busy at
work or when money was tight.

We'd always go to Henry's
Diner every Sunday.

It was kind of our weekly thing.

I noticed that you drive
a pretty nice car

for a biology professor.

Does that have anything to do
with the nice,

big inheritance you got
when your mom died?

Oh, I saved up.

See, we've done some digging
on your mom.

You mentioned money being tight.

And for a woman trying
to make ends meet...

And who declared bankruptcy...

...she left you a lot of money.

We're suggesting she may
have done something illegal,

in case that wasn't clear.

So, what aren't you telling us?

Where'd she get the money
for your trust?

I swear to God, I don't know.

- I was just...
- You're lying and you know something!

I don't! I don't know anything!

- I swear!
- Or you did something

to make sure that you got that money.

- Is that why you're acting so nervous?
- Well, I'm nervous

because you're scaring
the hell out of me.

Good! 'Cause I'm gonna look
into every corner of your life.

I'm gonna question every
person you've ever known.

And then I'm gonna unearth
every questionable thing

- you've ever done, Clay.
- Kurt,

can we step outside for a second?

He's trying to cut out carbs, so...

Do you see the room we're in?

This is a conversation,
not an investigation.

He could be the key
to saving your life.

And so if there's
something that he's not...

And I get more than anyone

how much you want the truth here,

but if we're gonna
get anything from him,

you have got to dial it back.

Kurt... your fire is one of the things

I love about you.

but you need to control it, okay?

Um, agents that Reade sent
to Kearns Pharmaceuticals

just came up empty.

Looks like they're
getting ready to lawyer up

and give us the old
corporate runaround.

Could be weeks before we get answers.

- Weeks we don't have.
- Yeah.

So, unless someone at Kearns talks...

Clay's all we've got.

What happened?

He took a bullet covering Jane

doing the job you were
supposed to be doing.

And now he's hanging on by a thread.

I don't know what you thought
he could do for you

or what lies you thought
he could help you shore up,

but he can't save you.

You might not like it,
but I'm the only thing

standing between you and the CIA,

and they wanna put you
in a hole someplace

no one's ever even heard of.

It's time to talk, Zapata.

Okay, I've got something.

I was able to track Roga's activity

through well-hidden
shell accounts to...

Thoeming Mutual, which is...

Thoeming Mutual! I love them.

...a bank known for its shady dealings

with shady characters.

I was thinking of a different Thoem...

there's one in Canada, I think.

Anyway, they don't even
really exist anymore.

They've been absorbed
by larger banks twice

in the last two years,
but take a look at this.

Does anything look weird to you?

How does somebody set up a
trust the day after they died?

Maybe they got the date wrong,

or maybe somebody else set it up.

Maybe she was a ghost.

Or maybe on the day after
she allegedly died...

...she walked right in
and did it herself,

which means the one person
who could cure Jane...

Is a ghost!

Is alive. Oh, my God, she's alive.

Why would this scientist
fake her own death?

It's not an easy thing to do.
Are we sure this is legit?

We have both a digital record

and a scanned hard
copy of the trust docs.

And when we compared them...

The dates don't match.

Unfortunately,
it's pretty much impossible

to find out who made the alterations

now that Thoeming Mutual
has been acquired twice.

We were lucky to find out what we did.

I still feel like Clay knows
more than he's letting on.

You think he knows
his mother's still alive?

I think he would've talked already.

I mean, he was pretty shaken up.

Yeah, I've never actually heard

someone's teeth rattle.

And even if he doesn't know anything,

if Clay was as close
to his mom as he says,

maybe she's been checking in on him.

I can't believe this.

Does this mean she's alive?

She's out there somewhere?

We hope so.

And we're hoping that you
can help us find her.

I don't know anything. Why wouldn't...

Why wouldn't she have told me?

Clay, I know this sounds crazy,

but your mom had a reason
for doing this.

We just don't know it yet.

Maybe she was trying
to protect someone she loves.

Or maybe she's the one that needs help.

You think she's in danger?

Well, we don't know that yet.

Maybe you can help us figure that out.

Of course, whatever you need.

Is it possible that she tried

to check in on you

without you being aware of it?

I don't know. Not that I know of.

Do you recognize this man?

He was looking into your mom's work

before she supposedly died.

- No.
- Uh!

Hold the phone! Phone
records, actually.

Clay's to be exact.

You've got my phone records?

Yeah, is that a problem? You
said it was cool a second ago.

Would you like the court
stenographer to read it back for you?

"Patterson: Maybe you can
help us figure that out."

"Clay: Of course, whatever you need."

- We good?
- Yeah.

- What have you got, Rich?
- Series of short phone calls

with similar numbers made in
suspiciously regular intervals.

Any of that, uh, ring a bell, Clay?

Yeah, but there was never anyone there.

They came in for months, and
then, when I canceled my landline,

they just started coming to my cell.

These calls all
came in on Sunday nights.

Every Sunday night.

When we used to go out
to Henry's Diner.

Clay, I think that was your mom.

You think it's actually her?

Clay, your mom was trying
to stay connected to you,

the only way she could.

Rich, Patterson,
please trace those calls.

Yeah.

Your alibi can't vouch.

You've had some time
to think through it.

Now, talk.

Back at the hospital, you had no
idea Keaton was in a coma, did you?

Toronto, Friday, 6:00 a.m.

Don't be late.

I have somewhere I need to be,

and if I don't get there,

something terrible is going to happen.

Something worse than what
you've already been doing?

Tasha, you want me
to give, I gotta get.

- Reade, please.
- Talk.

I've been deep-cover
with the CIA the whole time.

What do you mean, "the whole time"?

What kind of job?

Above top-secret.

Off-book, deep-cover,
and dangerous as hell.

And I think you're perfect for it.

So, how would it work?

I'd be your handler and
you'd answer only to me.

No one can know anything about this.

Not Reade, not Weller, no one.

Who'd know at the CIA?

You're looking at him.

You do this, you walk
away from everyone.

And I don't know when
or if you come back.

I'm in.

There's a shredder at the office.

Okay, so, what was the plan?

If Hank Crawford went down,

HCI Global would just find
another leader.

Keaton wanted somebody on the inside

to deal with whoever took his place.

What was your in?

Crawford's daughter Blake.

I'm Julie Page. I work for Tracy Zazlo

at the Friedman Foundation
for Clean Air.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Julie.

I just lost Zapata's signal.

Well, I'll see you downstairs.

Blake.

Your father's being arrested today

and so is your boyfriend.

I need you to listen
to me very carefully

because I am trying to protect you.

What the hell are you talking about?
Who are you?

My name is Tasha, and I'm a friend.

- You're with the FBI.
- No.

- So then you're CIA.
- Not anymore.

I work for me now.

And if you want to get through
this, you'll need my help.

So you just make a move, she bites,

and you reel her right in?

- That's it?
- Yeah.

Turns out, I'm pretty
good at this stuff.

Yeah, you are.

So you trick your way into
being besties with Blake,

but then we watched you get
chewed out and fired by Keaton.

Do you have any idea
the chance I took on you,

bringing a hotheaded FBI
amateur into the big leagues?

Because this is on my head now.

You just became my mistake.

You're right. Maybe we
should speak privately.

You think so?

What was that? That was
theater for our benefit?

We needed to make it look
like I was going rogue

in order to solidify
my cover story with Blake.

- Had to be a clean break.
- You call that clean?

You and Keaton have a good laugh

- in the hallway afterwards?
- No.

That's one of the hardest
things I've ever done.

Well, you played that perfectly.

Bonus points for the tears, by the way.

- They bought every word.
- This doesn't feel right.

- We could still read them in.
- No.

The only way this flies is

if you've burned your bridges
at the CIA and the FBI.

You're free to go behind enemy
lines now with zero baggage.

Yeah.

Now, get back in there and tell
them you're done at the CIA.

And don't bother getting
your affairs in order.

Don't do anything
that looks like a good-bye.

And that was also the night that we...

See you soon.

I thought it might be
the last time I'd see you.

But you can think whatever
you want, but that was real.

Keaton called the next
morning to say it was go-time.

Okay, so you fake getting fired

to infiltrate
the Crawford Organization,

take down HCI Global, and arrest Roman,

but you have to stay deep-cover

when Blake kills Roman.

Do I have that right?

I know how it sounds... but it's true.

- Every word.
- Even if it is,

and that's a big "if,"

you still should've told the team.

Lie or not, you still betrayed us.

I wanted to tell you so many times.

I just... I couldn't.

After Madeline murdered Blake

and the board at HCI Global,

I knew I was in over my head.

Now, what to do about you.

You need to get me out of here.
We need to regroup.

Come at this a different way.
I want to bring in the team.

No, you don't switch horses mid-stream.

The fact that you're still
alive means she trusts you.

Your proximity and access to Madeline

are the best shot we have.

I just watched her murder
a roomful of people.

That's not enough to bring her down?

The whole company has to fall,

or she just gets replaced
by the next psychopath.

You're doing fine, Tasha.

You come out when I say
and not a second before.

So you wanted out and Keaton said no?

I wanted your help and he said no.

But he was cool with you and Claudia

tying me up, beating
the hell out of me,

and stealing documents
from a secure FBI server?

I thought Claudia
was going to kill you.

I knocked you out to keep you alive.

Later that night, I found out

she wasn't who she said she was.

She's MI6.

How do you know that?

Something didn't add up,
so I did some digging

and found out she was
British Intelligence.

I told Claudia I was CIA.

Madeline was getting
suspicious of both of us,

so we decided one of us
would sacrifice ourselves

to help the other
appear loyal to Madeline.

Good luck.

What, did you guys flip a coin

to figure out which
one of you got shot?

Everything I am telling you is true,

but I can't give you anything else.

This mission is too sensitive.

If I am not somewhere by 6:00 a.m.

tomorrow morning,
everything falls apart.

Where? We'll bring the entire team.

I can't tell you.
I need to go in alone.

Okay, so, now, you don't
want to tell the team?

I'm-I'm a little confused here.

It is not the team I don't trust.

Madeline has ears everywhere.

Contact MI6.

Claudia will verify my story.

I reached to them before.
They're not verifying anything.

But fine, I'll give 'em another shot.

Just sit here.

Reade, I am running out of time.

Damn right about that.

So the calls we think came
from your mom

were routed through a number
of pretty serious

VPN masking protocols.

It took some doing, but we were
able to trace the source.

This "X" marks the spot where she is.

Yeah, that's amazing! When can we go?

Clay, you'll have to stay put

until we have a handle
on the situation.

Yeah, she's right.

We hope the calls lead us
to your mom as well,

but we won't know anything
until we get there.

- Can I tell my fiancée?
- Not yet. I'm sorry.

Well, if it is her,
tell her I miss her.

We will. Let's move.

Rachel, can you take him back

to the conference room, please?

Honey, I'm not
supposed to be telling you this,

but you won't believe it.

Those weird calls I kept getting?

It was her. My mom's alive.

I told you she wasn't dead.

We are weeks away
from the biggest roll-out

in the history of this company.

If we are exposed now,
we lose everything.

Tell me you can track the
calls back to her location.

- I have somebody on it.
- Good!

I want Roga dead by the end of the day.

And this time, Reggie,
she needs to stay that way.

Oh-oh, nice spot.

Has a certain "no one
can hear you scream" vibe.

Are you sure you wanna
hang back here with Rich?

I've endured worse.

Yeah, welcome to my world.

Okay, this is all really hurtful.

Look, I'm just not sure
I'm ready for anything

beyond a support role yet,
but we've got you covered.

I don't care what role
you play out here.

Just happy to have my partner back.

Now, should we go and find
ourselves a dead scientist?

What?

He used to tell me to stay in the car.

Now he wants me to get out of it.

You guys are adorable.

- Hey, oh, oh!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Don't shoot. FBI.

Prove it.

- Kurt?
- We're okay, Jane.

Stand down.

Ma'am, I'm gonna show you my badge.

It's here. See?

We talked to your son Clay.

Please, put the gun down.
All we need is your help.

- Kurt, do you need us?
- Negative.

Hold your position.

I'm sure the last thing your son wants

after learning his mom is alive

is to hear that she
just killed two FBI agents.

We know you created ZIP.

And we have reason to believe
you've been working

on the cure for its side-effects.

Side-effects? It's fatal.

We know, but if
you're willing to help us,

we can try to get you your life back,

reunite you with your son.

Please.

You're our last chance.

All right, we're good. Heading inside.

You know, for someone who said
they were good hanging back,

it really seemed like you wanted
to get out of the van there.

- I'm good right here.
- So, uh, how does it feel

to be scientifically de-eviled
once and for all?

Even knowing Remi's not coming back,

all of these dark memories of hers

just keep rolling out in my head.

I-I-I see something, or hear something,

and then, all of the sudden,

I'm remembering
some horrible new thing.

It's like a minefield.

I totally know what
that feeling's like.

I mean, I'll remind you
that, not too long ago,

I myself was responsible for
some pretty dodgy shenanigans.

Which, by the way, is the name of
my Dickensian LARPing character.

My point is, you know, there
are a broad range of things

on which I am incapable of
feeling normal human shame,

but, uh, there are a few exceptions.

- Like what?
- You know, it's just like you.

I have certain things
in my past that haunt me.

I don't even have the "good me,
bad me" excuse to fall back on.

Although I was doing mountains
of coke back then, so...

And you, uh, do you
feel like you changed

- since you've been on the team?
- Without a doubt.

I mean, don't tell everybody,

but I'm pretty sure I'm
actually fairly reformed,

thanks to you guys.

I feel like if Remi had
stuck around long enough,

she would've been reformed too.

I don't know. She was pretty angry.

It's easier to make good choices

when you surround yourself
with good people.

Kind of rubs off on you.
Not in a weird way.

Don't make it dirty, please.
I'm in the middle

of something emotional here.

I guess just... every day
you gotta make a choice

to be Good Jane.

Thanks, Rich.

Although I wouldn't completely
abandon the idea of Remi,

'cause, I mean, as a
Halloween costume, good Lord.

Okay.

You've got a G-68 centrifuge

and the Maxor Autoclave
and Sterilization unit?

If you just had
the Raddatz Hybridization Oven,

this would be the coolest home lab...

Come on.

Have you ever met this man?

- Is he okay?
- I'm afraid he's dead.

I wasn't fast enough.

S-so you were looking for a cure?

Yes, for a condition that I gave him.

My assistant Dale and I,
we were working on treatments

for Alzheimer's Disease and some other

neurodegenerative disorders.

ZIP looked promising at first,

but when side-effects
proved fatal, we insisted

that the project be terminated.

We were told it was,
but they lied to us.

Must be how Sandstorm got 'em.

When I confronted Kearns
with evidence of the sale,

my boss gave me a pat on the head,

assured me all was well,
and sent me on my way.

The next day, Dale died.

And that was when Roman approached me.

He had been keeping tabs
on us and our work.

He knew how much danger
I was in before I did.

- So he helped you fake your own death?
- Yeah, yeah.

And set you up with this kick-ass lab.

He was bankrolling your research.

And your son's trust account.

How close are you to finding a cure?

Oh, I have it.

I've just been waiting
for Roman to come back.

I've had it for months.

I'm sorry. You've got it here now?

Mm-hmm, yeah. Yeah, I just wish

that I could've worked faster.

It's too late to save Roman,

but it's not too late
to save his sister.

Will you help us?

I'd be happy to.

MI6 isn't exactly racing
to verify your story.

Neither one of us has time to wait.

You have exactly one more
chance to come clean.

What happens tomorrow at 6:00 a.m.?

- Do you know who Del Toro is?
- The hacker.

Supposedly unbeatable.

I am supposed to meet him in Toronto,

recruit him for Madeline.

Look.

I get that if you are still CIA,

you have a plan of your own,

but if you don't tell me
everything right now,

that plan is over.

Madeline wants to crash a plane.

I don't know which one,

just that innocent people will die.

And if I don't show up
to that meet with Del Toro

and figure out a way to control this,

she's gonna find somebody else
to do it without me, for real.

- What is it?
- It's MI6.

They haven't heard
from Claudia in weeks.

She's been labeled missing
and presumed dead.

They're saying you're lying.

Of course MI6 would say they haven't
heard from Claudia.

We are both deep-cover
on a compartmented op.

They cannot risk anyone
knowing she's alive.

Not you, not the FBI.

Reade, I have told you everything,

even though that defies a
direct order from my boss.

And I know how crazy this sounds,

but this, right here, this is me.

I am so sorry for what
I put you through.

I can't imagine what you
must have thought of me.

Who says I've stopped?

Just know that whatever terrible
things you wished on me,

I wished something
a million times worse.

Yes, I kept things from you.
I hurt you.

But I swear to you,

I am telling you the truth
right now, every word.

Reade, if you don't
let me walk out of here,

everything I worked for
will be destroyed.

People will die.

And all of the horrible things
I did to you, to us,

it will have been for nothing.

Reade, please, listen to your gut.

Let me go.

My answer is no.

I'm not gonna let you go.

I'm sending you back out.
I'm your handler now.

But get something straight.

Me and you, we're done, finished.

Whatever relationship, friendship,

whatever this was we had, it's over.

I will never forgive you for this.

- Reade, listen...
- No, you listen.

You will never get close to me again.

But if you're telling the
truth, then you're our best shot

at taking down Madeline,
so you're going back out.

You have a function,
and you will serve it

until that function is over.

All you had to do was tell me.

I could've helped you,
but instead, here we are.

And if I find out you've been
lying about an inch of any of this,

I swear I'll put you in a hole myself.

It's gonna take me a few moments

to prepare the stem
cells for transport.

If I don't control
the temperature meticulously,

it could render the cells useless.

But you can get more, right?

No, this is the only batch I have,

and they are the key to the cure.

They're called the Stanton cells.

Uh, the Stanton cells?

I thought that was a myth.
Impossible to find.

Crazy-unique genetic markers.

They're real.

- How did you even find them?
- Roman.

Whatever I asked for,
he would just bring it.

Seems like you guys were pretty close.

When I had to shut myself off
from my own son,

it was so nice to have
someone to talk to.

It helped.

Knowing what Roman's life was like,

I'm sure it helped him too.

Weller, Patterson, we got company.

Okay, you got five coming your way.

We've lost line of sight.

They're heading into the house.

Jane Doe, you are 1,000% you again.

You need to put the past behind
you and trust yourself now.

Get out there and do some good.

They must be in the shed.

Get down! Get down!

- This thing go any faster?!
- It's a delicate process.

A few degrees off
and it could completely...

- You okay?
- No.

Aah!

You okay?

Got her, Patterson?

Guys, I think you might be
aware of this already,

but the freaking building's on fire,

so maybe you wanna get out of there.

Kurt... Kurt, you have to get out.

No! We need those stem cells!

It's our last chance!

It's too late.

Come on. Okay.

Hey.

You can't beat yourself up.

You did your best.

If I'd been a little faster,
I could've saved 'em.

Could've? Wait, could've what?

Burned yourself up quicker?
I like you better alive.

There's nothing you could've
done to save those stem cells.

Yeah, she's right. I mean, they
were pretty much deep-fried

the second that place
went "Towering Inferno."

I'm sorry for how I am.

We'll keep looking for a cure, Jane.

Yeah, and we will find one.

Well, at least
something good came of this.

Uh, I just...

I just wanted to say thanks to
you guys for getting my mom back.

We're happy you get to be a
family again. You deserve it.

Is it really gonna be safe for us

- out there now?
- It is.

Your old boss at Kearns Pharmaceuticals

and his co-conspirators
have just been arrested.

They won't be bothering
you for a long time.

Thank you.

All of you.

And Jane, when your
brother and I last spoke,

he talked about tracking
down a possible lead

on another batch of Stanton cells.

Now, he said it would be difficult,

but now I know why
he wanted it so badly.

It was for you.

He loved you.

Thank you.

Well, if you find the cells,

I'll synthesize the cure.

In the meantime...

We have a lot of Sundays
at Henry's Diner to catch up on.

Thank you.

You let her go?

Do you have actual proof
that she's not a traitor?

No. I went with my gut.

Well, your gut just made
a huge mistake.

Everything that goes wrong
from here on out,

everything that Zapata does,
that's on you now.

- I'm aware.
- This is not over.

Hey.

You're still not gonna
let yourself off the hook?

Dr. Roga just said there
are more cells out there.

- They could be anywhere.
- But they're not.

They're somewhere,
and we're gonna find them.

You sound pretty confident.

Well, I learned two things today.
What's that?

One, no matter what
I may have been in the past,

I still belong out in the
field doing good right now.

We agree on that.

And two, I've got a man
who's literally willing

to walk through fire to save my life.

With someone like that in my corner,

we can do anything.

I'm not gonna lose you, Jane.

I'm never, ever gonna give up.

What?

You keep saying that. I like it.

Claudia.

I almost didn't recognize you
without the mask.

I shouldn't be contacting you,
but I heard

you were asking around for me at MI6.

You're very persistent.

And you're looking
very good for someone

who's supposed to be dead.

I'm calling to confirm

that everything Zapata said was true,

and to say I'm sorry

about how things went down
in your apartment.

That makes two of us.

And for the record,
I was never going to kill you.

I was just trying to make it look good.

Turns out, Zapata was doing
the same thing.

We just didn't know
we were on the same side.

- Life's funny sometimes.
- Hysterical.

You should just know that it
was nothing personal on my end

and that she cares about you.

- So is this an apology?
- It is.

Accepted. Thanks for the call.

Good luck.

I'm at the meet location.

Our friend should be here
in a little over 15 minutes.

Actually, he's here early.

Call you soon.

Hey.

I, uh... I appreciate your punctuality.

I-I'm Tasha.

Aah!

The CIA would like a word.

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